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 god Let fim show his face But their time will come In the end they all will fall As the ground calls softy, softy As the ground calls softy ever on As the ground calls softy 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 ground calls softy softy As ground calls softy ever on As ground calls softy ever on