France in her autumn glory glowed
Yesterday’s weave had the warp and the weft
Rustic and strong
Song of the falling, fire of the year
South to north the land ablaze
France in her autumn glory glowed
Leaf on tree on bush in woods
In copse and forest licked and lit
Tapestry woven wild
Carmine to claret dashed and splashed
Cardinal nacarat rose
Dot and daub, speckle, freckle
Every orange zing and zest
Burnt and brassy
Round the rainbow, red to palest ochre
Golden shower and shimmer
South to north
Toulouse to channel port
France in her autumn glory glowed
Sang her sweet song
Wove it in warp and weft
From sun-come-up to sudden setting
Through all the waking hours
Bold unrolled her technicolor tapestry
Season’s show sublime
Then for her final flourish, curtain call and bow
Out of the swift and dropping dark
She conjured a magical moon
Yesterday’s weave had the warp and the weft
Rustic and strong
Song of the falling, fire of the year
South to north the land ablaze
France in her autumn glory glowed
Leaf on tree on bush in woods
In copse and forest licked and lit
Tapestry woven wild
Carmine to claret dashed and splashed
Cardinal nacarat rose
Dot and daub, speckle, freckle
Every orange zing and zest
Burnt and brassy
Round the rainbow, red to palest ochre
Golden shower and shimmer
South to north
Toulouse to channel port
France in her autumn glory glowed
Sang her sweet song
Wove it in warp and weft
From sun-come-up to sudden setting
Through all the waking hours
Bold unrolled her technicolor tapestry
Season’s show sublime
Then for her final flourish, curtain call and bow
Out of the swift and dropping dark
She conjured a magical moon
14th November 2011, Brighton
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