There is a love song in the air
Flowing its breeze to here and there
Their strong currents on going
Passing their ways in history
Songs of the past in their glowing
All set with wings out free
Hear it in the trees with fall
Currents of dance of the leaves
Moments of its echoes and call
Full of its yearning and grieves
Songs that in springtime grow
Flowers in their eternal shade
In days pretty freshness glow
That nature of greenery has made
Songs of the summer fresh calling
Eternal in fields of the new
Tones of autumn days
Withering and falling
When moments of green are through
Hear it in the trees with fall
Currents of dance of the leaves
Moments of its echoes and call
Full of its yearning
Songs of the summer fresh calling
Currents of dance of the leaves
Full of its yearning
Tones of autumn days
Tones of echoes calling
Tones of echoes calling
Tones of echoes calling
Tones of echoes calling
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