Appalachian Melody

Appalachian melody
Drifting softly down
Instruments of gold and red and brown
Do not need no dulcimer
Or banjo-fiddle sounds
For right now, I’ll watch these leaves come down
How peculiar liking old dead leaves against the sky
There is something more than meets the eye
Funny how I sit and watch these leaves come down from high
But these things are music to my eyes
Such a pretty song I see
Have I been beguiled?
This day is not imagination’s child
Every time the leaves come down
I’ve just got to smile
For they sing a melody so mild
How peculiar liking old dead leaves against the sky
There is something more than meets the eye
Funny how I sit and watch these leaves come down from high
But these things are music to my eyes
La la la la la la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la la la la la la
But these things are music to my eyes
But these things are music to my eyes