Buttercup gold and other stories A fall song
Golden and red trees Nod to the soft breeze
As it whispers winter is near And the brown nuts fall
At the wind's loud call For this is the fall
Of the year Golden and red trees
Nod to the soft breeze As it whispers winter is near
And the brown nuts fall At the wind's loud call
Goodbye sweet flowers Through bright summer hours
You have filled our hearts with cheer We shall miss you so
And yet you must go
Goodbye sweet flowers Through bright summer hours
You have filled our hearts with cheer We shall miss you so
For this is the fall of the year Now the days grow cold
And the meadows are brown and seer As the year grows old
Has gone from his nest For this is the fall of the year
I do softly pray At the close of the day
That the little children so dear May as purely grow
As the fleecy snow That follows the fall of the year