That winter storm won't be pretty.
The Falls on its way, you can feel it up in the air.It's been a long hot summer, now Judgment Day is here.
I heard the Fortunate Sons done fallen to half-mast.Looks to me like the Falls on its way at last.
I heard the acorns thump and thump like little bombs.I watched the daffodils droop like a troop of soldier sons.
I seen an Eagle fly south, looks like he lost his track.Don't look to me like that Eagle is coming back.
The Falls on its way, you can hear it when the wind moans.It's a wind of change, and it?ll shift before too long.
The Falls on its way, are you ready, come on, get set.It's been a long hot summer, every season must have its end.