To Autumn-John Webster with Brindaband

[ti:To Autumn] [ar:John Webster with Brindaband] [al:John Keats's Sublime Single] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.00]To Autumn - John Webster with Brindaband [00:07.64]How beautiful the season is now [00:09.25] [00:10.20]A temperate sharpness in the air [00:12.06] [00:14.05]Somehow a stubble plain looks warm [00:16.03] [00:16.92]His struck me so much in my walk [00:18.88] [00:20.60]That I composed upon it [00:21.90] [00:27.36]Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness [00:30.65] [00:33.75]Close bosomfriend of the maturing sun [00:37.20] [00:39.57]Conspiring with him how to load and bless [00:43.30] [00:45.94]With fruit the vines that round the thatcheves run [00:50.06] [00:52.41]To bend with apples the moss'd cottagetrees [00:55.45] [00:58.80]And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core [01:02.44] [01:05.11]To swell the gourd and plump the hazel shells [01:08.63] [01:11.41]With a sweet kernel to set budding more [01:15.16] [01:18.07]And still more later flowers for the bees [01:21.70] [01:24.58]Until they think warm days will never cease [01:27.90] [01:30.82]For Summer has o'erbrimm'd their clammy cells [01:40.64] [02:06.34]Where are the songs of Spring Ay where are they [02:09.79] [02:12.25]Think not of them thou hast thy music too [02:15.51] [02:18.31]While barred clouds bloom the softdying day [02:21.92] [02:24.67]And touch the stubbleplains with rosy hue [02:28.07] [02:31.11]Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn [02:34.77] [02:37.49]Among the river sallows borne aloft [02:40.78] [02:43.80]Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies [02:47.04] [02:50.15]And fullgrown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn [02:54.98] [02:56.60]Hedgecrickets sing and now with treble soft [03:00.01] [03:02.88]The redbreast whistles from a gardencroft [03:05.85] [03:09.16]And gathering swallows twitter in the skies