This is just a little song I wrote along the way
It’s not so hard to sing along, it’s not so hard to play
I just want to sing about the breeze
And Autumn’s changes colouring the leaves

Seasons are my metaphor for the passing of the years
When vibrant greens begin to dim as winter slowly nears
Feeling now that spring and summer’s past
I know that I have saved the best for last

With every leaf that falls and goes to ground
A memory of sweetest golden brown

As I pass beneath the wooded grove, leaves crackle underfoot
And with them go a thousand laughs and countless stolen looks
As autumn sun softly slips away
All my memories begin to fade

With every leaf that falls and goes to ground
A memory of sweetest golden brown

This is just a little song I wrote along the way
As seasons morph into the next and day fades into day
I just want to sing about the breeze
And Autumn’s changes colouring my leaves