Music:  Eleonore Pongratz

Lyrics : George Cooper (1840-1927), shortened

Lead violin: Jay L. (Romania)

Vocals: M. Cooke B. (Ireland)

Video: Anik (Bangladesh) via (

© 2021 Eleonore Pongratz

My first Folk song, inspired by a poem

I recently found on Twitter.




"Come, little leaves," said the wind one day,
"Come over the meadows with me, and play;
Put on your dresses of red and of gold;
Summer is gone, and the days grow cold."

Soon as the leaves heard the wind's loud call,
Down they came fluttering, one and all;
Over the brown fields they danced and they flew,
Singing the soft little songs they knew.

Dancing and whirling the little leaves went;
Winter had called them and they were content-
Soon fast asleep in their earthy beds,
The snow laid a soft mantle over their heads.    

 dedicated to
Ken (RIP)
and Monica