The wind and the leaves (Charles Hubert Hastings Parry)
- Editor: John Henry Fowler (submitted 2008-08-17). Score information: Letter, 3 pages, 48 kB Copyright: CPDL
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Original text and translations
"Come, little leaves", said the wind one day,
"Come o'er the meadows with me and play,
Put on your dresses of red and gold,
Summer is gone,
Summer is gone and the days grow cold".
And they were content,
Soon, fast asleep in their earthy beds,
The snow laid a blanket,
The snow laid a blanket over their heads.