procession moves on, the shouting is over
praise to the glory of loved ones now gone
talking aloud as they sit round their tables
scattering flowers washed down by the rain

stood by the gate at the foot of the garden
watching them pass like clouds in the sky
try to cry out in the heat of the moment
possessed by a fury that burns from inside

cry like a child though these years make me older
with children my time is so wastefully spent
a burden to keep though their inner communion
accept like a curse an unlucky deal

laid by the gate at the foot of the garden
my view stretches out from the fence to the wall
no words could explain, no actions determine
just watching the trees and the leaves as they fall

just watching the trees and the leaves as they fall
just watching the trees and the leaves as they fall
just watching the trees and the leaves as they fall