Kick those leaves in the air,
Summer's gone but I don't care.
Look at the moon in the sky,
It's as big as your smile.
Little leaves turning red,
Doesn't mean that the trees are dead
Now we see that night has come,
And to bed the little ones and dream...
Suddenly the morning comes,
And we've got time for fun.
See the leaves on the ground,
Some are red and some are brown.
Let's kick them in the air,
See them flying everywhere.
Kick them back into the tree,
And bring summer back to me and set it free.
Kick those leaves in the air,
Summer's gone but I don't care.
Look at the moon in the sky,
It's as big as your smile.
Little leaves turning red,
Doesn't mean that the trees are dead.
Now we see that night has come,
And to bed the little ones and dream.