Looking back on the days that are gone Finding sunset reflecting the dawn I can always recall how it was in the fall With the sky clearly painted and drawn Oh, the leaves on the trees on the ground From the limb to the lawn, homeward bound And a cool autumn noon finds a clinging cocoon With the camouflage no longer 'round Yes, it is good to walk in the wood To sit and remember the now understood And gaze at the trees in a rustling breeze It seems to remind me to fall to my knees Looking back on the days that have pa**ed I remember the straw on the gra** And the brown in the yard and the birds took it hard So they left and the season laughed last Oh, the cat in the sun on the floor And the dog with his smile at the door And a windowpane frame for a picture the same As the pictures of autumns before Yes, it is good to walk in the wood To sit and remember the now understood And gaze at the trees in a rustling breeze It serves to remind me to fall to my knees Looking back on the days that are through I remember the brown and the blue And the clouds with no trace of a prominent face As the long, lonely, icy ones grew Oh, the still and the quiet and the hush And the woods without worries or rush And the wildflowers bent with the beauty now spent Being humbly and happily crushed Yes, it is good to walk in the wood To sit and remember the now understood And gaze at the trees in a rustling breeze It seems to remind me to fall to my knees