Leaves.

Leaves

Although the leaves are high, now,

And although the leaves may fall,

The rattling of the lion’s cage

Will overtake us all.

Even though the beetle is scurrying,

Hurrying too and fro,

And although the lover’s are lying,

There’s nowhere else to go.

Although the maidens are calling,

And the deal itself has been made-

The leaves are always falling,

Even though the debt has been paid.

The lover’s eyes are lying,

And the death of life is still;

A maiden now lays dying,

Because no one else ever will.

The shadows move like dewdrops,

Your river runs with tears;

My heart will always love you,

As long as we go in years.

Take heart to remember,

That depth in life is still;

For tomorrow will be gone forever,

But today never will.