Poems (Himburg)/Fall time
FALL TIME
Trees all dressed in golden brown,
Gray skies hoverin' over mounds
Where the flowers droop and say this is fall.
We want to say that we only came
To stay for a while,
You have been so kind to us.
Gray skies hoverin' over mounds
Where the flowers droop and say this is fall.
We want to say that we only came
To stay for a while,
You have been so kind to us.
We have drunk the morning dews,
Glad for warm sunshine too,
Until now we are content,
And our beauty we have lent,
But your skies today are gray,
And our beauty fades away.
Glad for warm sunshine too,
Until now we are content,
And our beauty we have lent,
But your skies today are gray,
And our beauty fades away.
Like the roses on the mounds,
Roses that were proud and gay,
Seem to want to get away
From their nature's timely task like a man
Who's borne the strain of a duty's
Hard campaign.
Roses that were proud and gay,
Seem to want to get away
From their nature's timely task like a man
Who's borne the strain of a duty's
Hard campaign.
So the roses as you see tired and wan,
Their strength is shriven
By their beauty they have given.
This we say is Nature call
To the flowers one and all,
Telling us that this is fall.
Their strength is shriven
By their beauty they have given.
This we say is Nature call
To the flowers one and all,
Telling us that this is fall.