
Ψ-Op43
[Intro — short instrumental, 5–8s; soft autumn rain ambience, light piano] [Verse 1] Autumn rain weeps on the windowpane, cold air humming all my old refrains. Things missed, the paths I never chose— well… what’s done is done, I know. [Verse 2] Branches bow slow in the wavering glass, summer slips off all its medals and laughs. Everything finished, or so it seems— still I smile against this weather’s teeth. [Chorus — powerful male baritone + 3-part female chorus (rich harmonic layers; soft pop-jazz duet on every line; airy smoky timbre)] Autumn rain, carry my sorrow away, wash these worries, rinse this gray. Mulled wine simmering by the hearth, ready for this long, quiet night. Let my thoughts wander, circle, return— how will I welcome summer again? If I make it through winter and don’t lose myself, let the fire not die—keep burning. [Verse 3] Time like a flock cutting under dull skies, feathers of seconds racing me by. Tropics hold summer; here we endure— stubborn rain like tears, snow soon to cure. [Verse 4] For one small drop of happiness I wait, for those I love, may the wind unmake every bitter storm into gentle rain— scattered to fields that call our names. [Chorus — rugged male baritone + 3 female backing (rich layers; soft pop-jazz doubling on all lines; airy smoky tone)] Autumn rain, take my sorrow away, wash off worry and hesitation. Mulled wine warming by the hearth, set the table for a long, quiet night. Let my thoughts wander—paths to the sun; teach me to welcome summer again. If I outlast winter and keep my heart, let the fire not fade—keep burning. [Interlude — 8–10s; light autumn atmosphere, piano ad-lib] [Verse 5] Winter pulls tight, frost stitching the dark, tucking my fears beneath quiet sparks. Snow covers pain so the soul can sleep, peacefully held till spring’s first leap. [Final Chorus — rough male baritone + 3-part female chorus (rich layers; soft pop-jazz duet on all lines; airy smoky tone, full lyric support)] Autumn rain, carry my sorrow away, wash away worry and doubt. Mulled wine glowing by the hearth, ready for this long, patient night. Let thoughts wander—find the door to summer; if I hold through winter without losing myself, let the fire in the grate not die, let it keep burning… keep burning.


