Out there the moving leaves.
They change color and die.
Offered one last dance by the cold wind.
They go in circles in a joyful dance
Welcome to my bed, says earth.
I'm hearing the pulse of a heartbeat
A child went out to walk
looking around with its young eyes
It laughs, plays, smiles!
With wonder as he sees all the things
of the world and in small hands.
When I see
That the land is alive like today
Whatever has been, or come what may
So it is now that the land is living ...
They remember the days of old,
and in the dim future there.
In all things, we rush so quickly through life.
Small things and stuff that happens
given everything worth seeing.
I stand still for a moment and let the country breathe.
A single life we have received, it is given on our lot,
To protect all the land that gave us life.
To you all, inheritance should go,
all the land, you shall have
and the thoughts and words that I wrote.
Out there the moving leaves.
They change color and die.
Offered one last dance of the cold wind.
They go in circles in a joyful dance, swirling around
Welcome to my bed, says earth.