The autumn wind is a pirate
Blustering in from sea

With a rollicking song he sweeps along swaggering boisterously
His face is weather beaten. He wears a hooded sash

With a silver hat above his head and a bristling black mustache
He growls as he storms the country.. a villain big and bold

And the trees all shake and quiver and quake as he robs them of their gold

the autumn wind is a raider.. pillaging just for fun
He'll knock you round and upside down...
And laugh when he's conquered and won
