The Three-Day Blow

Walk my way to the top of the hill, through this three-day blow,

I put an apple in my Mackinaw coat, and to the cottage I go

Autumn storm lay my mind to rest, let me sit by your fire

I take delight in the slightest relief from the passing of time

You know it all evens up in the end, where there's pain there will be something to gain

Oh, I've been aimless for some time now, didn't know which way I were to blow

Gentlemen, I give you Chesterton and Heinie Zim and Bill,

Let me grow into a better person still

So much depends on a dram, apricots in a pan, remember me as they were