By George Cooper (Sing Through the Seasons by Bruderhof Communities. Plough Publishing, 1972. Page 69.)
“Come, little leaves,” said the Wind one day,
“Come o’er the meadows with me and play;
Put on your dresses of red and gold
For summer is gone and the days grow cold.”
Soon as the leaves heard the Wind’s loud call,
Down they came fluttering, one and all;
Over the brown fields they danced and flew,
A-singing the glad little songs they knew.
Dancing and whirling the little leaves went;
Winter had called them, and they were content;
Soon, fast asleep in their earthy beds,
The snow laid a coverlet over their heads.
(Mary Belle Reid learned this song as a child and sang it to her son Russ when he was small.)