In a season of change

When nothing will remain the same

Under the sun of orange glow

Where the leaves fall and go

Into the night and into the land

From the woods and into the

Winds of time

From these winds blow to the place

Where the leaves go silent

And not even a trace

Of summer will last

The maple from the seasons harvest

In the crisp autumn sets

The fire of the evening burning

One last flame

As the fall set’s in

October at the fence line

While the moon sets the leaves

As the cold and warm intertwine

To bring the season of pumpkin

Again and again