Oh lovely leaves you die and fall to earth
Even nature’s favourite has no worth
All that lives will age and duly rot
Making food for beetles to beget
Oh lovely leaves you die and fall to earth
Even nature’s favourite has no worth
All that lives will age and duly rot
Making food for beetles to beget
In three November weeks the red leaves died
No more to flaunt their glory and their pride
They turned a dinghy brown as they each dried
Now they fall to earth down there to hide
The leaves once rich and moist lie on the ground
No longer needed, they turn red and brown
Come back to me, my sweetheart
Don’t leave me all alone.
Come back to me, my darling
I can’t believe you’ ve gone.
I’m crying ‘cos I’m feeling blue again.
I’m crying’cos I’m falling like a stone.
Oh, let me tempt you with my beauty
And my mind forever young.
Let me tempt you with my spirit
My laughter and my songs.
I’m crying ‘cos I never did you wrong.
I’m crying ‘cos with you I still belong.
I thought maybe I’d follow,
To see where you have gone
But there’s a hand upon this tiller
That is not mine alone.
I’m crying ‘cos I wrote this old blue song.
I’m crying ‘cos I’ve missed you for too long.
The hand upon my tiller
The mystery of the dark
The unknown one who lives in me
And sings like a skylark.
I’m singing ‘cos I wrote you a new song.
I’m singing ‘cos the cat ain’t got my tongue