From the recording Hay-Colored Leaves (Zion)

Lyrics

Hay-colored Leaves                            
 
Skipping down the lane goes Louise
Running with the wind through the mulberry trees
Down to Grandpa Dewey’s round the bend
He reaches in his pocket and pulls out
A peppermint
            The birds always sing for Louise
            Every Christmas day she counts all that she sees
            With their songs in her heart she believes
            That the birds are forever, and so are the trees
But the hay-colored leaves
Keep falling falling falling
Cascades of yellow
Keep falling
She’s skipping through the patterns that they weave
And they keep falling falling falling
The hay-colored leaves
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Slowly down the lane comes Louise
Time has not been kind to the mulberry trees
The streets have been widened and paved
A house on each lot and the trees
Could not be saved
            She longs for the songs she once heard
            But the melodies are gone, gone with the birds
            At the first hard frost of the year
            The old autumn wind blows cold through her hair
And the hay-colored leaves
Keep falling falling falling
Cascades of yellow
Keep falling
She’s passing through the patterns that they weave
And they keep falling falling falling
The hay-colored leaves
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The hay-colored leaves
Keep falling falling falling
Cascades of yellow
Keep falling
She’s skipping through the patterns that they weave
And they keep falling falling falling
The hay-colored leaves
 
© 2006 Phillip Bimstein