Middle of A

We spend our autumn days
Counting all our gains
And stains from plums we eat by the stream

And you have a sort of grace
The sun dancing on your face
And pages of art you trace on my hand
In the sand by the sea, oh my heart!

You stopped me in the middle of A..

There's a weeping willow tree
Christened with a someday dream
And with every leaf we follow the breeze

Soak up Paris in the rain
Find a school in Copenhagen
Painting the seasons, sketching the lines
In the city of spires, oh my heart!

You stopped me in the middle of A...

The moon and water keep time
As you recite our rhymes
And reasons we feel at peace with our time
We feel at peace with our time