Lyrics In Held 'Twas In I: c) In the Autumn of My Madness - Procol Harum
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
1 QUITE RIGHTLY SO
2 Shine on Brightly
3 Skip Softly (My Moonbeams)
4 Wish Me Well
5 Rambling On
6 Magdalene, My Regal Zonophone
7 In Held 'Twas In I: A) Glimpses of Nirvana
8 In Held 'Twas In I: b) Twas Teatime at the Circus
9 In Held 'Twas In I: c) In the Autumn of My Madness
10 In Held 'Twas In I: d) Look to Your Soul
11 In the Wee Small Hours of Sixpence (Single Version) (Mono Version)
12 Monsieur Armand (Mono Version)
13 A Robe of Silk
14 Monsieur Armand
15 In the Wee Small Hours of Sixpence
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