Autumn song

WHERE shall we go for our garlands glad

At the falling of the year,

When the burnt up banks are yellow and sad,

When the boughs are yellow and brown?

Where are the old ones that once we had,

And when are the new ones near?

What shall we do for our garlands glad

At the falling of the year?

Child! can I tell where the garlands go?

Can I say where the lost leaves veer

On the brown burnt banks, when the wild winds blow,

When they drift through the dead ood drear?

Girl! when the garlands of next year glow,

You may gather again, my dear

But I go where the last years lost leaves go

At the falling of the year.