Tall trees rise up,
Atop the barren woodland floor.
Trees filled with life,
Trees filled with death.
Green, red and gold,
The colour of their leaves,
In the shifting moonlight
beneath the glimmering moon
Brown, red and yellow,
The colour of their leaves
In the drifting mists
Beneath the dreary moon
These are the colours of the leaves
Beneath the glistening moonlight.
These are the colours of the leaves
Beneath the drifting mists
