COME LITTLE LEAVES ~

“Come, little leaves,” said the wind one day.

“Come over the meadows with me and play;

Put on your dresses of red and gold,

For summer is gone and the days grow cold.”

Soon as the leaves heard the wind’s loud call,

Down they came fluttering, one and all;

Over the brownfields, they danced and flew,

Singing the sweet little songs they knew.

“Cricket, good-bye, we’ve been friends so long, Little brook, sing us your farewell song;

Say you are sorry to see us go; Ah, you will miss us, right well we know.“

Dancing and whirling, the little leaves went,

Winter had called them and they were content;

Soon, fast asleep in their earthy beds,

The snow laid a cover lid over their heads.