Au tumn has come to rest in her gar den Come to paint the trees with emp ti ness and no par don So ma ny things have come un done Like the leaves on the ground And su dden ly she be gins to cry But she doe sn't know why Hea vy are the words that fall through the air To bur den her shoul ders Caught up in the trees Her so li lo quy "Don't leave me a lone"