So much depends upon red leaves.
I stood on the bridge at midnight,
Over the river wild and wide.
I want a holiday with a scene,
Of green, green and green.
With wasteful, weak, propitiatory flowers.
The autumnal leaves will colour my face in yellow.
Once there was a tree and she loved a little boy.
We are two stubborn people.
Which side do you choose?
All day I hear the noises of water,