Oh, the autumn leaves are falling; It is late And the snow will soon be blowing 'Round my gate. But 'tis the autumn leaves a-falling I love to see, As so many different colors Leave the tree. Everywhere I see them falling To the ground, In the bright and glistening sunshine All around -- Some red, some brown, Some a golden color -- One by one, they're falling, Each to join the other. And then the north wind comes a-puffing Like a gale, Taking red and golden colors On the sail -- Toward a brook nearby they're sailing, Red and yellow, Whispering, as they pass me by, "Good-bye, old fellow." |