Have you seen those leaves on the ground?
They are the footsteps of the wind in gold and brown
An old man was walking alone
A king without a kingdom or crown
Go, go, go wise man
Chase the wind with your wood
Wait, wait, wait, wait wind
Carry him on your shoulders
Blown, blown
Have you heard the river roar?
Closer and closer it seems to call him by his name
The timid warmth of the rising sun
Draws doodles of light and shadow on his face
Close your eyes to the east
Feel the morning heat
Run, run, run, river
Sing the song of the mountains
Blown, blown