autumn Days | Estelle White
This I believe was a favourite of the school assembly and always liked as a song for PRimary school, year 6 leavers so I thought I would put up the lyrics, not sure if anyone remembers it or it sends memories flooding.
autumn days when the grass is jewelled
And the silk inside a chestnut shell.
Jetplanes meeting in the air to be refuelled.
All these thing I love so well
So I mustn’t forget
No, I mustn’t forget.
To say a great big
Thank You
I mustn’t forget
Clouds that look like familiar faces
And the winters moon with frosted rings.
Smell of bacon as I fasten up my laces
And the song the milkman sings
So I mustn’t forget
No, I mustn’t forget.
To say a great big
Thank You
I mustn’t forget
Whipped-up sPRay that is rainbow-scattered
And a swallow curving in the sky
Shoes so comfy though they’re worn out and they’re battered
And the taste of apple pie.
So I mustn’t forget
No, I mustn’t forget
To say a great big thank you
I mustn’t forget.
Scent of gardens when the rain’s been falling
And a minnow darting down a stream
Picked-up engine that’s been stuttering and stalling
And a win for my home team.
So I mustn’t forget
No, I mustn’t forget
To say a great big thank you
I mustn’t forget.
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