1. Leaves are falling, falling, falling,
From the trees today;
Birds are calling, sadly calling,
Let us fly away
To the south, for winter’s coming,
Haste the insects cease their humming,
Leaves are falling, birds are calling,
Winter comes this way.
2. Gently low’ring, low’ring, low’ring,
Gather ’round the clouds;
Softly pouring, pouring, pouring,
Snow flakes form a shroud
For the dear old earth to lie in,
Bending trees and breezes sighing,
While the weary world seems dying,
Autumn gloom enshrouds.