It's pretty, is not it? Brown leaves on grass It's Autumn, Mom Nothing but a season It's pretty, is not it? Damp, shadowy sand It's the tide, Mom Who resumes his dark waves I do not cry, I compose Marine Ink I do not cry, I water your tender roots I do not cry, I compose Marine Ink I do not cry, I water your tender roots It's pretty, is not it? Sparks on drops of water It's Mom's Life Who reminds you of the beautiful