Listen to the crowning leaves Their glory days proceed with ease, The wind gives to them a voice. They shout, with shaking leaves, rejoice. First time snow has run away Autumn has another day.
Leaves of gold shimmering shine Their dying days a heaven shrine They do not weep as down they fall They lay their royal carpet for all And all can play in piles of gold Rich or poor, young or old.
Soon their gold will turn to brown But in their cries there is no frown It’s well known they’ve earned their rest A golden crown marks them as blessed The first time snow has come and gone So autumn sings us one last song.