Based on Gerard Manley Hopkins's poem, "Spring and Fall."
The pages turn, the days grow short;
the branches shed their summer coat.
You watch them waste, and grieve.
Does time seem so unfair?
Do you cry from loss, or fear?
They’re only falling leaves, falling leaves.
Your childlike hand upon a limb,
your unpierced heart is like the spring.
You’ve yet to test belief,
but you’ll learn how few things last.
Loves unloved, friends you’ll lose
will be like falling leaves, falling leaves.
They’ll fall all year till you lose the sense
of season’s change or future tense.
Joy and pain reduce to ache,
green and brown combine to gray.
One day on paths of red and gold
you’ll think of this and know you’re old,
and curse life’s heartless thieves,
then cry for crying’s day,
what time has swept away,
with all the falling leaves, falling leaves.
All the falling leaves, falling leaves.
from Icicles and Sand
released April 19, 2016
Written, arranged, and performed by Michael Macrone
with Tim Bennett (drums) and Rob Seidenberg (tambourine).
Produced, mixed, and engineered by Rob Seidenberg.
© 2016 Michael Macrone
all rights reserved