When the light comes shining through my door
When the light comes shining through my door
Well, the summertime will fade, will fade, will fade
Into fall
I'm an autumn child, guess I'll always be
I'm an autumn child, guess I'll always be
With a buckskin belt of grass and the cold gray clouds
And an aspen tree shaking over me
Going down, going down to the Wisconsin Dells
Going down, going down to the Wisconsin dwell
The red man dwells
The salamanders, dark wet leaves
Whole hollow clouds
And the primordial bees
When the light comes shining through my door
When the light comes shining through my door
Well, the summertime will fade, will fade, will fade
Into fall
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