Prairieville, LA., USA
Death brings forth life in autumn leaves.
They fall to the ground as the tree grieves.
You're the tree and I'm the ground.
And I'll console you when you I've found.
And as the wind blows
Your tears flow
And I the ground
Will guide you down
To the deep roots of your long lost joy.
I know you can find the strenght to stand.
And when you're down I'll hold your hand.
As you cry your autumn leaves.