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When All The Leaves Are Gone        Jim Ryan 1982

When the air is cold and the grass is dry
A hush falls on the town
The green of summer up and dies
The canvas painted brown
You can see white streaks across the sky
You tell me if I’m wrong
Like Adam and Eve we run and hide
When all the leaves are gone

Something rare is sold and someone buys
In the rush to gain some ground
The steady drummer never lies
Or lets you slow him down
We can sing the words that tell us why
In endless, lifeless songs
But we survive and live with pride
When all the leaves are gone


© Jim Ryan, Guilty Man’s Music 1983, SOCAN

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