The Piper's Path

Down the Pipers path we followed the Winters sun
 On its frosty ride or Autumns frosty pride
 And the piper by my side took his tunes from Winters mouth
 And played them back to the racing clouds
 Through waves of copper trees we followed the purple trees
 Past the speckled hen and the seaweed men
 On down through the bay of soft weather days
 That led us back to the racing ways
 Wind and weather they told us all be done
 All together they sang us a Winters song
 And the piper by my side took his tunes from Winters mouth
 And played them back to the racing clouds