© 1966 Robin Williamson, Warner-Tamarlane Publ. Co., BMI
I heard this many years ago on the Relics of the Incredible String Band and found it nudging me from time to time over the years. When we stoked up the "fiolamba grosso," its "mellifluous" tones sparked this version of a song I've always loved.
C: viola G:cellamba
I'll sing you this October song
There is no song before it
The words and tune are none of my own
For my joys and sorrows bore it
Beside the sea, the brambly briars
In the still of evening
Birds fly out behind the sun
And with them I'll be leaving
The fallen leaves that jewel the ground
They know the art of dying
And leave with joy their glad gold hearts
In the scarlet shadows lying
When hunger calls my footsteps home
The morning follows after
I swim the seas within my mind
And the pine trees laugh green laughter
I used to search for happiness
And I used to follow pleasure
But I found a door behind my mind
And that's the greatest treasure
For rulers like to lay down laws
And rebels like to break them
And the poor priests like to walk in chains
And God likes to forsake them
I met a man whose name was Time
And he said I must be going
But just how long ago that was
I have no way of knowing
Sometimes I want to murder time
Sometimes when my heart's aching
But mostly I just stroll along
The path that He is taking
October Song is recorded on the album Neighbors