Drifting Trees

In the September breeze Wind whips hard through the leaves And the branches bow down Spilling leaves to the ground There's a chill in the air Brightness shines everywhere And I'm up to my knees In leaves from drifting trees Every way that I turn Autumn colours all burn In fifty shades of gold Dazzling bright and bold And the ground lies ablaze To my mesmerised gaze As I'm up to my knees In leaves from drifting trees Blow wind blow bring down all the leaves Blow wind blow, blow, blow Blow wind blow on those drifting trees Blow wind blow, blow, blow Smells of subtle decay That make my senses sway As the leaves are whipped round With a brisk and crisp sound And the colours drip down To their nest on the ground While I'm up to my knees In leaves from drifting trees Blow wind blow bring down all the leaves Blow wind blow, blow, blow Blow wind blow on those drifting trees Blow wind blow, blow, blow Drifting.....trees Drifting.....leaves Drifting.....trees Drifting.....leaves Blow wind blow bring down all the leaves Blow wind blow, blow, blow Blow wind blow on those drifting trees Blow wind blow, blow, blow