And as the summer dies the shadows start to move
See them dancing strange among the ivied tombs
And now the boughs turn verdant green to gold
Wildflowers fade, this year is growing old
Do you recall that cold October day?
When you first walked toward my open grave?
Autumn girl, lay down beneath the trees
Auburn hair, the colour of the leaves
A little death never hurt anyone
So won't you come out of the graveyard Sun?
It was the hour of dusk
In the season of mists
On your pale neck
Your fate sealеd with a kiss
Kohl rims round your eyes like cinеrary ash
In my cold embrace you fell into a trance
I led you through Egyptian Avenue
Through iron gates, into the catacombs
Autumn girl, lay down beneath the trees
Auburn hair, the colour of the leaves
A little death never hurt anyone
So won't you come out of the graveyard Sun?
Out of the graveyard Sun
Out of the graveyard Sun
Out of the graveyard Sun
Out of the graveyard
Remember Hallow's Eve, 1968
All those years have passed
The colours never fade
And so we're lost in time
Our dawn will never come
We'll live forever young
Out of the graveyard Sun
Out of the graveyard Sun
Out of the graveyard Sun
Out of the graveyard Sun
Out of the graveyard
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