BEFORE THE LAST ACORN DROPS
(words & music by Richard Neal/Prime Numbers Publishing copyright 2008)

Come the middle of October
And the cold Arctic breeze                    
The squirrels will be fatter
The lakes and ponds will freeze
Out in the yard                              
There's so much wood left to chop                                          
It's just a few days before the last
The last acorn drops

Soon we'll be greeted
By the season's first frost                            
What ever is not harvested 
Is certainly lost                                      
Not sure if I'm able                                   
To save the rest of my crops
It's just a few days before the last                                           
The last acorn drops

<<BRIDGE>>
The days are growing shorter
Under gray cloudy skies                           
In the silence of the never ending night                 
A lone coyote cries                             
A dusting of snow           
On the fields and rooftops
Means it's just a few more days before the last
The last acorn drops

The leaves are mostly fallen                           
From the maples and oaks
The air is thick at sunset
With sweet smell of smoke
Soon Seasonal ornaments                               
Will adorn the shops                    
It's just a few days before the last                                 
It's just a few days before the last
The last acorn drops