September Day(Pont de Neuilly)
TheSeine flows out of the mistAnd into the mist again;The trees lean over the water,The small leaves fall like rain.The leaves fall patiently,Nothing remembers or grieves;The river takes to the seaThe yellow drift of the leaves.Milky and cold is the air,The leaves float with the stream,The river comes out of a sleepAnd goes away in a dream.
TheSeine flows out of the mistAnd into the mist again;The trees lean over the water,The small leaves fall like rain.The leaves fall patiently,Nothing remembers or grieves;The river takes to the seaThe yellow drift of the leaves.Milky and cold is the air,The leaves float with the stream,The river comes out of a sleepAnd goes away in a dream.
TheSeine flows out of the mistAnd into the mist again;The trees lean over the water,The small leaves fall like rain.
TheSeine flows out of the mist
And into the mist again;
The trees lean over the water,
The small leaves fall like rain.
The leaves fall patiently,Nothing remembers or grieves;The river takes to the seaThe yellow drift of the leaves.
The leaves fall patiently,
Nothing remembers or grieves;
The river takes to the sea
The yellow drift of the leaves.
Milky and cold is the air,The leaves float with the stream,The river comes out of a sleepAnd goes away in a dream.
Milky and cold is the air,
The leaves float with the stream,
The river comes out of a sleep
And goes away in a dream.