I'm a branch upon a river, my hands have no say.Times that are delivered can be cruel, will leave me laying like a wind, flicker and flame.Every week does fall upon its day.Like a bird goes into old age, every leaf does fall upon its day.I'm mounted by the water, I've stood a million years.Time has shown me winter, it's hands even press on me.To those I've known, I only say that every leaf will fall upon its day.. . .Things I've loved I always ate,But every leaf will fall upon its day.Yes, every leaf does fall upon its day.
