Dying Leaves

The trees are a-flame as October goes
Hickory yellow, maple red and gold
Smoke drifts off a mountain breeze
And there's beauty in the dying leaves

Love burns bright and then it's gone
A burst of color that won't last long
All good things must end it seems
But there's beauty in the dying leaves

The last time I saw you the air had turned crisp
There was a sudden coolness in your kiss
And I wouldn't trade that memory
Or the beauty in the dying leaves

Love burns bright and then it's gone
A burst of color that won't last long
All good things must end it seems
But there's beauty in the dying leaves

All good things must end it seems