Like leaves from a tree, at the beginning of Fall Ready you are, to sail me by Along-with-the-wind-and-yet-bound-to-the-soil Ready I am, to watch you sail And we all know, we always seem to know Where we go, and what we undergo But we don't We always seem to notice But we don't Yes we don't And we turn things over 'Til it tears our ties off And we drift And we're turning round and round Turn things over ! Tear the ties off ! Hear me sing I am falling to the ground Like leaves from a tree, at the beginning of Fall Gone crisp and cold, you sail me by Along-with-the-wind-and-yet-bound-to-the-soil My spirit quails, I watch you sail And we all know, we always seem to know Where we go, and what we undergo But we don't We always seem to notice But we don't Yes we don't And I turned things over And I tore my ties off And I drifted awhile And I saw A splendid tree From faraway: Its highest branch Would never sway For everything You can't ignore We make mistakes 'Bout what we are Yet some persons Do tie us all And make us feel So small