Before the leaves have fallen

And the hills are white with snow.

The bounty of the harvest

Is a treasure to behold,

For the fruits of our labor

Are more valuable than gold.

There's a change in the weather

That fills the heart with cheer;

With the holidays approaching

In the twilight of the year.

There's a feeling of thanksgiving

That comes to one and all;

When we count our many blessings

As the leaves begin to fall

by Clay Harrison