Leaves are falling,Changing in colorWinds change direction,Birds flying southYou hold my hand, We go out again Everything is changing. The cold has arrived Death has come againLife is sleepingWaiting for us to wakeFrom our long slumber Green is growing,The common are rejoicingFor the coming of the new,Is arriving again.You join with me again Life has returnedThe young have become the oldWe are meeting new facesAmong our f...