I'm sorry that the women you've loved have fed on you To help them grow until their fruit Was ripe but thought not to be wasted Went to other hands to see how they tasted What a loss what a shame You know the autumn is her name She's wearing all those pretty clothes But she knows How to take them off I'm sorry that the women you've loved have fed on you To help them grow until their fruit Was ripe but thought not to be wasted Went to other hands to see how they tasted What a loss what a shame You know the autumn is her name She's wearing all those pretty clothes But she knows How to take them off