Thousand silhouette of leaves dancin'
Oh rhythm constantly a' changin'
Sing for the lonely, hush the soul
Litter the ground, October blow.
Touch the napes of those who labor
Calm the weary, whisper hope
Thine is light for a writer's heart
If it might thou shalt depart.
Now comes the rain, caress of life
For things below, sky's remembrance
Like an answer like an assurance
What mostly tears us is great distance...