When the Leaves Fall

When the leaves fall off the trees Everybody walks on them : Once they had a time of ease High above, and every breeze Used to stay and talk to them.

Then they were so debonair As they fluttered up and down ; Dancing in the sunny air, Dancing without knowing there Was a gutter in the town.

Now they have no place at all ! All the home that they can find Is a gutter by a wall. And the wind that waits their fall Is an apache of a wind.