Leaves are falling now In glorious gold and orange red As pretty as they are Their change in colors marks their death I see a lot of beauty But it's a terrifying veiw if this is it It's the changing of the seasons That makes me able to acknowledge it I could hold a funeral every morning now to grieve With this empty womb I know that death has marked all things I am getting older And the longer I'm alive the more I know Death has got a hold here And it's showing in my skin and blood and bones As I see the leaves all falling I'll remember I am getting just a taste Both of death and beauty What I deserve He'll get instead in place Though we've sown with tears w We'll reap with shouts of joy The harvest soon will come Ye weary, heavy laden Take His yoke you have But just a moment here till glory When old death can't touch the harvest soon will Come ye weary, cast your cares Upon the one who took on death for us