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Something Wonderful: Van Morrison-When The Leaves Come Falling Down


Oh, the last time I saw Paris in the streets, in the rain
And as I walk along the boulevards with you, once again

I saw you standing with the wind and the rain in your face
And you were thinking ’bout the wisdom of the leaves and their grace
When the leaves come falling down
In September when the leaves, come falling down

And at night the moon is shining on a clear, cloudless sky
And when the evening shadows fall I’ll be there by your side
When the leaves come falling down
In September when the leaves, come falling down

Follow me down, follow me down, follow me down
To the place beside the garden and the wall
Follow me down, follow me down
To the space before the twilight and the dawn

Oh, the last time I saw Paris in the streets, in the rain
And as I walk along the boulevards with you, once again
And the leaves come falling down
In September, when the leaves come falling down

Follow me down, follow me down, follow me down
To the place between the garden and the wall
Follow me down, follow me down
To the space between the twilight and the dawn

And as I’m looking at the color of the leaves, in your hand
As we’re listening to Chet Baker on the beach, in the sand
When the leaves come falling down,
Oh in September, when the leaves come falling down

Oh when the leaves come falling down
Yeah in September when the leaves come falling down
When the leaves come falling down
In September, when the leaves come falling down
When the leaves come falling down in September, in the rain
When the leaves come falling down
When the leaves come falling down in September, in the rain
When the leaves come falling down

HT: Van Fan: Van Morrison and the Deep Wisdom of the Leaves

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  • John Venlet November 14, 2020, 8:58 AM

    Most the of leaves, here in my neck of the woods, have fallen, and many of these fallen leaves have been raked into piles lining the streets of my neighborhood. Often this Fall, I’ve sat on my front porch thinking about those piles of their leaves, and their cohesion as a pile of leaves, even as wind gusts assault them, wondering at the physics which must play a role in their cohesion. Maybe it’s the leaves wisdom, as Van suggests.

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