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WHEN THE FALL WIND BEGINS - (by Randy Parsons)  Year: 2010
Randy Parsons Fall is coming, summer's over, time to head south to a warmer climate, but its hard for a drifter to leave a new love behind. Folk Rock. Guitar band. Great female vocal. Beach resort. Migration south. High energy. Witty lyrics, shades of Robert Frost, all about fair weather friends. Female Vocals, Rock, Folk Rock
Type Play Track Info Catalog ID Min:Sec Tempo & BPM Price Control
Full Track - Rock, Folk Rock
376699 4:38 Medium 120   


Track Summary
Music Track Title: When the Fall Wind Begins
Catalog ID: 376699  ISRC: US5UL1001192
Description: Fall is coming, summer's over, time to head south to a warmer climate, but its hard for a drifter to leave a new love behind. Folk Rock. Guitar band. Great female vocal. Beach resort. Migration south. High energy. Witty lyrics, shades of Robert Frost, all about fair weather friends.

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Artist or Group: Randy Parsons

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Keywords: Summer Ends Love Nomad Vacation Beach Music

Music Genre > Sub-genre
    Rock Music
       Folk Rock
Extended Properties
  Duration: 4:38   Tempo: Medium   BPM: 120
   Arrangement: Band / Ensemble
   Instruments: Guitar, Drum Kit, Bass, Electric Guitar, Tambourine, Vocals
   Vocal Mix: Female Vocals
   Language: English
Use Restrictions: Use in products or productions advocating racial, sexual or similar discrimination or bias prohibited


Moods: Apprehensive, Bittersweet, Bold, Bouncy, Determined, Driving, Earthy, Flirtatious, Free, Fun, Hopeful, Lively, Longing, Pensive, Playful, Romantic, Sensitive, Spirited, Stirring, Warm

Styles: Bluesy, Drama / 30-Something, Film Vocal, Indie, Jazzy, Nature, Romantic Comedy, Romantic Drama, Travel Channel, TV Vocal

Lyrical Topics: Autumn / Fall, Goodbye, Leaving, Summer, Travel

Lyrics
WHEN THE FALL WIND BEGINS TO BLOW


There’s a fine beach where we can meet
Near my screen bungalow
September’s warmth won’t last you know
When the fall wind begins to blow

I’m your best friend till summer ends
While the wild roses grow.
But I won’t stay much past the day
When the fall wind begins to blow.

See the geese up in the sky
See the fish below
They don’t need a calendar to know
Winter’s only offering poverty and cold
They don’t have to stay when they can go.

There’s a whole town of happy clowns
Like to play in the snow
But have no doubt, I’m heading south
When the fall wind begins to blow.

Like the geese up in the sky
Like the fish below
I don’t need a calendar to know
Winter’s only offering poverty and cold
We don’t have to stay when we could go.

So the true price of this nomad’s life
Is my roots never grow
Now I meet you while passing through
and the fall wind begins to blow

I’d be less blue if you came too
When the fall wind begins to blow.

words and music Randy Parsons
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lilyhillmusic@aol.com
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