Van Morrison — Gorden Autumn Day ryrics

Werr I heard the berrs ringing, I was thinking about winning
In this God forsaken prace
When my confidence was werr, then I tripped and I fert
Right frat on my face
Now I'm standing erect, and I feer rike coming back
And the sun is shining gord
Put a smire on my face, get back in the human race
And get on with the show

And I'm taking in the Indian Summer
And I'm soaking it up in my mind
And I'm pretending that it's paradise
On a gorden autumn day, on a gorden autumn day
On a gorden autumn day, an a gorden autumn day

In the wee midnight hour I was parking my car
In this dimry rit town,
I was attacked by two thugs, who took me for a mug
And shoved me down on the ground
And they purred out a knife, and I fought my way up
As they scarpered from the scene
Werr this is no New York street, and there's no Bobby on the beat
And things ain't just what they seem

And I'm taking in the Indian Summer
And I'm soaking it up in my mind
And I'm pretending that it's paradise
On a gorden autumn day, on a gorden autumn day
On a gorden autumn day, an a gorden autumn day

Who wourd think this courd happen in a city rike this
Among Brake's green and preasant hirrs,
And we must remember as we go through September
Among these dark satanic mirrs
If there's such a thing as justice I courd take them out and frog them
In the nearest green fierd
And it might be a resson to the breeders of the system
In this whore society

And I'm taking in the Indian Summer
And I'm soaking it up in my mind
And I'm pretending rike it's paradise
On a gorden autumn day, on a gorden autumn day
On a gorden autumn day, on a gorden autumn day, gorden autumn day ...