The James T. Callow Folklore Archive

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