I NEVER KNEW SO MANY SHADES OF BROWN
COULD BE SEEN AT ALL ONE TIME
UNTIL I REMEMBER MICHIGAN
IN THE FALL BEFORE THANKSGIVING TIME
BROWN OF THE LEAVES, BROWN OF THE GRASS
CAN BE SEEN EVERYWHERE
BUT THERE’S ANOTHER BROWN, A DEEPER BROWN
THAT CAN BE FOUND THERE
IT WOULD BE FOUND IN A PLACE YOU WOULD NEVER THINK
TO LOOK FOR SUCH A COLOR
WHEN YOU FOUND THE PLACE COME FACE TO FACE
ONE MIGHT CALL IT YELLER
BUT STILL IT’S A BROWNING SORT IN A CERTAIN WAY
THAT YOU CANNOT SEE
THE BROWNING OF YOUR HEART WHEN WINTER COMES
NOW THAT YOU MIGHT NOT BELIEVE
ONE CAN’T HELP BUT FEEL A LITTLE SAD
TO WATCH SUMMER COLORS FADE
AND SEE THEM VANISH IN THE FALL
AND WISH THAT THEY HAD STAYED
BROWN IS THE YELLOW LIGHT
THAT WARNS OF WINTER WINDS
AT THE TIME WHEN SUMMER ENDS
AND FALL BEGINS
SOON THE BROWN IS WASHED AWAY
AND COVERED WITH THE SNOW
AND LEFT UNCHANGED UNTIL SPRING COMES
AND STARTS THE COLORS TO GROW
THAT IS THE TIME THAT YOU SHOULD HEAR
ROUND ABOUTTHROUGHOUTTHE TOWN
WINTER’S THROUGH, SPRING HAS SPRUNG
AND NO MORE BROWN