Matt Malone - Leaves

Well there's leaves fallin'
On a graveyard
And there's names etched in stone
But deep beneath them both
Well no one's home
Cuz the tree's still standin' strong
And who's to say he's wrong
For droppin' his leaves
Before the winter winds
Begin to blow
Cuz he'll be
Standin' on his own
With his limbs weighed down by snow
The hearthstones they will glow
Inside the homes
And the pub will ring out loud
Then they will all head out
The reaper waits outside with his cigarette
And no regret

The people do not know
That they can't save their souls
If they'd just let go
They'd be home

Just like them leaves
They don't seem to mind
They know they'll be back
Come springtime
Come springtime

Written by:
Matthew Malone

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