O, how the boughs they sway

in a beautiful death they whisper a cry

the leaves of Fall, fall and decay

The skin of the trees is peeling away 

leaving patterns of scars that catch the eye  

O, how the boughs they sway

The color of eve amongst the gray

a contrast as bold as fire in the sky

the leaves of Fall, fall and decay

The creatures of the forest are unable to stay

the squirrels scurry, the birds fly 

O, how the boughs they sway

The leaves on the ground are led astray 

they flutter as the wind passes by 

the leaves of Fall, fall and decay

The trees stand together in an infinite array 

how can it be so lovely to watch something die?

O, how the boughs they sway

the leaves of Fall, fall and decay