The Kinks - Autumn Almanac

The Kinks - Autumn Almanac From the dew-soaked hedge creeps a crawly caterpillar, When the dawn begins to crack. Its all part of my autumn almanac. Breeze blows leaves of a musty[mustard? ]-coloured yellow, So I sweep them in my sack. Yes, yes, yes, its my autumn almanac. Friday evenings, people get together, Hiding from the weather. Tea and toasted, buttered currant buns Cant compensate for lack of sun, Because the summers all gone. La-la-la-la... Oh, my poor rheumatic back Yes, yes, yes,