When the First Leaves Fall

Words & Music by Steve Gillette
(c) 2000 Compass Rose Music, BMI

There is a moment when the dark spell of winter
Is broken by the promise of the Spring
When we walk the mile woods in the first hours of the morning
And arrive with all the world awakening

I am nurtured by your presence, root and branch and blossom
And the soft rain shining in your hair
And when the first leaves fall, no matter where you are, I want to be there

There is a moment in the high green summer
When the long sweet days give way to shadow
Where we lay together beside the open window
And watch the fireflies like stars upon the meadow

And there's an unspoken wisdom in the motion of the trees
Eternity stirring in the air
And when the first leaves fall, no matter where you are, I want to be there

I want to be the one you turn to when the frost is on the fenceposts
And the cold traveler moon stands alone
When all that remains of the warm rains of summer
Is the mist on the millpond below

Yours is the yearning that gives meaning to my own
In the silence when the wish becomes a prayer
When the first leaves fall, no matter where you are, I want to be there

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