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Fall Song
Come little leaves, said the wind one day
Come over the meadows with me and play;
Put on your dresses of red and gold
Summer is gone and the days grow cold.
Soon as the leaves heard the wind's wild call
Down they came fluttering -- one and all;
Over the bright fields they danced and flew
Singing the sad little song they knew.
Submitter comment:
Sung as a child in Gloucester, Ohio.
Where learned: MICHIGAN ; DETROIT ; 19792 STOUT
| Subject headings: | Ballad Song Dance Game Music Verse -- Song |