The Best of Autumn, composed by Mike O'Connor, as recorded by Martin Wyndham-Reed. Just like an advanced art class - every stanza paints a picture:

THE BEST OF AUTUMN
(Mike O'Connor)

The sunlight blazing through the trees in flames of red and gold
The leafy carpet underfoot as crisp as nights are cold
The stubble field new put to plough, the hedgerow growing thin
They mark the turning of the year, the harvest gathered in

These are the best of autumn, these are the best of autumn

The coals new burning in the hearth, dusty damper down
The firelight glinting on each glass of amber and of brown
The voices raised in songs of praise, the tales in trust retold
They mark the passing of the year, the season's roundless roll

These are the best of autumn, these are the best of autumn

And as the silent stars survey the sleeping hills around
The frosty moon casts shadows laced with silver on the ground
And deep within the earth itself the land its strength renews
To bring to each and everyone the gifts none can refuse

These are the best of autumn, these are the best of autumn

The seven stars are in the sky, the wind is in the west
The weary ploughman's to his bed, the hawk is to his nest
And all along the rolling downs the clouds like hunters ride
The winter days will not be long, from joys we should not hide

These are the best of autumn, these are the best of autumn
These are the best of autumn, these are the best of autumn
                                                ((c)Mike O'Connor)