I saw new england fall in the autumn Professing themselves wise They learned to be fools I saw the picture-postcards and the majesty And it died If ever there was a key To wisdom and knowledge It is the cornerstone rejected by the world If ever was a people so removed from absolutes Absolutely I heard the depth and height of information Served on steaming tables of speculation I understood the rite of education For the sake of the elite If ever there was a reason It was love If ever any person personified that love It was Jesus I heard the shot heard 'round the campus It was the deification of humanity One that had ceased to be human One who pretended to be God And i recalled another ruler In the autumn of another time and place He refused to give God the glory And like dying leaves In a cold cold land Eaten up and died