Little orange leaves br Gathered and quaking, br Upon the tree br The wind is shaking - br Where will you go, oh little ones br When you fall? br - I was hoping you'd take me with you br To the realm beyond it all - br br There is a dream in my soul, br Of such far away places to go; br Where all the fallen leaves br Return to the original trees; br Where the questions of autumn br Are finally understood, br And we come to see br In the end, all is good.