Gordon Lightfoot 1966
The dead leaves of autumn
That cling so desperately
Must fly before the cold October winds.
Their simple life is ended
Must they be born to die again
Oh may the light of freedom shine
For all the world to see.
And peace and joy to all mankind
Through all the years to be.
For soon the leaves will die
And the long hard wind will blow
May this world find a resting place
Where peaceful waters flow.
(Transcribed by David Story - February 2013)