To catch the wind to bind the sun Find out where the rainbows run Those who seek to stand so tall Are numbered as the leaves that fall The poet sings his dancing rhyme Of flitting feet and churches chime A faint reminder of the past That stands along through winters blast The autumn winds so cold they blow And winter never seems to go But yet the summer comes again And breathes upon my window pane Listen as the night bird cries How every thing that lives soon dies There's beauty in her mournful call There's beauty in the leaves that fall To catch the wind to bind the sun Find out where the rainbows run Those who seek to stand so tall Are numbered as the leaves that fall