To catch the wind to bind the sun
Find out where the rainbows run
Those who seek to stand so tall
Are numbered as the leaves that fall
The poet sings his dancing rhyme
Of flitting feet and churches chime
A faint reminder of the past
That stands along through winters blast
The autumn winds so cold they blow
And winter never seems to go
But yet the summer comes again
And breathes upon my window pane
Listen as the night bird cries
How every thing that lives soon dies
There's beauty in her mournful call
There's beauty in the leaves that fall
To catch the wind to bind the sun
Find out where the rainbows run
Those who seek to stand so tall
Are numbered as the leaves that fall