Autumn song
C. Rogers
Red leaf, gold leaf,
Flutter down the wind:
Life is brief, oh! life is brief,
But Mother Earth is kind;
From her dear bosom ye shall spring
To new blossoming.
The red leaf, the gold leaf,
They have had their way;
Love is long if life be brief,
Life is but a day;
And Love from Grief and Death shall spring
To new blossoming.