Rise our lonely star,
the autumn leaves are humming;
Rise our lonely star,
the autumn leaves are coming.

When you make your way up,
west of where your home never was,
seemingly levitating to bear a day
out of your glimmering scars;
Remember that your forthcoming
does not grant enlightenment to all.
For the time you rise to our sky
is the very clock-work reminding
darkness to fall.

So before you allow our innocent eyes
to glare at one of your glorious returns,
remind us of the reflections
of your nightly twin
and its false light from which
visual oblivion began.

Rise our lonely star
the autumn leaves are humming;
Rise our lonely star
the autumn leaves are coming.