the leaves are falling,
on the deck and the dirt,
the leaves can be seen wherever you are,
the leaves glow a bright yellow,
the leaves are falling,
the leaves are falling
The leaves look like they are flying,
to faraway places,
with fire in its heart
the leaves blow up into a flame,
the wind blows so fast,
that the leaves all change route
and goes to the acquaintance’s house.