'October Song' by Robin Williamson.

I'll sing you this October song
there is no song before it
the words and tune are none of my own
but 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 I am taking.