[Verse 1]
Appalachian melody
Drifting softly down
Instruments of gold and red and brown
Do not need no dulcimer
Or banjo-fiddle sounds
For right now, I'll watch these leaves come down

[Chorus]
How peculiar liking old dead leaves against the sky
There is something more than meets the eye
Funny how I sit and watch these leaves come down from high
But these things are music to my eyes

[Verse 2]
Such a pretty song I see
Have I been beguiled?
This day is not imagination's child
Every time the leaves come down
I've just got to smile
For they sing a melody so mild

[Chorus]
How peculiar liking old dead leaves against the sky
There is something more than meets the eye
Funny how I sit and watch these leaves come down from high
But these things are music to my eyes
[Outro]
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But these things are music to my eyes
But these things are music to my eyes