Buttercup gold and other stories A fall songGolden and red trees Nod to the soft breezeAs it whispers winter is near And the brown nuts fallAt the wind's loud call For this is the fallOf the year Golden and red treesNod to the soft breeze As it whispers winter is nearAnd the brown nuts fall At the wind's loud callGoodbye sweet flowers Through bright summer hoursYou have filled our hearts with cheer We shall miss you soAnd yet you must goGoodbye sweet flowers Through bright summer hoursYou have filled our hearts with cheer We shall miss you soFor this is the fall of the year Now the days grow coldAnd the meadows are brown and seer As the year grows oldHas gone from his nest For this is the fall of the yearI do softly pray At the close of the dayThat the little children so dear May as purely growAs the fleecy snow That follows the fall of the year