Andrew Huang Brandish song lyrics

the last bud to bloom is still hanging on o lord, it is the time

to peel the riped vines

and raise sweetness in the wine

it comes

it comes - an autumn day (the last bud to bloom is still hanging on)

and now my heart is sore (the last bud to bloom is still hanging on)

to find her sitting stray (the last bud to bloom is still hanging on)

upon a granary floor

o lord, are you within

the chill that takes my skin

the cold whisper of the wind

it comes

the last bud to bloom is still hanging on