• Summer has passed and now comes fall,
    i hear all the wondrous colored leaves call,
    we are all falling,
    yellow, orange and red,
    i think its time that we now shed
    the wind blows them all away
    and i still hear the leaves all say
    we are falling
    and scattered on the cold floor
    and in the spring the tree will grow more
    but now we lay and rest till then
    until the season of fall will end