Handkerchief Thief - Leaves

Leaves that don't fall
Make no sound
While the ground we walk upon
Calls them down

Wind howls and blows them away
Another comes to take their place
If there's a god
Let him show his face

But their time will come
In the end they all will fall
As the ground calls softly, softly
As the ground calls softly ever on
As the ground calls softly ever on

When autumn
Comes around
Will their ghosts still be there
To hear the sound

Of the birds
As they sing and play
What will come
Come the end of May?

But their time will come
In the end they all will fall
As the ground calls softly, softly
As the ground calls softly ever on
As the ground calls softly ever on