In the autumn of my madness lyrics

Artist  : Procol harum 
Song : In the autumn of my madness
 
In the autumn of my madness when my hair is
turning grey
For the milk has finally curdled and I’ve nothing
left to say
When all my thoughts are spoken (save my last
departing birds)
Bring all my friends unto me and I’ll strangle
them with words

In the autumn of my madness which in coming won’t
be long
For the nights are now much darker and the
daylight’s not so strong
And the things which I believed in are no longer
quite enough
For the knowing is much harder and the going’s
getting rough