Come Little Leaves

Lyrics

(Melody by Margaret P. Osgood, Lyrics by George Cooper, publ. 1915)

“Come little leaves,” said the wind one day,
“Come o’er the meadows with me and play,
Put on your dresses of red and gold
For 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 danced and flew,
Singing the sweet little songs they knew.

“Cricket goodbye, we’ve been friends so long.
Little brook, sing 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 watched you in vale and glade,
Say will you dream of our loving shade?”

Dancing and whirling the little leaves went,
Winter had called them and they were content,
Soon fast asleep in their earthy beds,
The snow laid a coverlid over their heads.

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