"Come, little leaves," said the wind one day,l
"Come o'er the meadows with me and play,
Put on your dresses of red and gold,
Summer is gone, and the days grow cold."
Soon as the leaves heard the wind's loud call,
Down they came fluttering one and all;
Over the brown fields they danc'd and flew,
Singing the soft little songs they knew.
"Cricket, good-bye we've been friends for so long!
Little brook, sing for us your farewell song!
Say you are sorry to see us go;
Ah! you will miss us, right well we know.
Dear little lambs, in your fleecy fold
Mother will keep you from harm and cold;
Fondly we've watch'd you in vale and glade,
Say, will you dream of your loving shade?"
Dancing and whirling the little leaves went,
Winter had call'd them and they were content.
Soon fast asleep in their earthy beds,
The snow laid a coverlet over their heads.
Leoni, Franco and Cooper, George, "Leaves and the Wind" (1903). Historic Sheet Music Collection. 829.
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