All my leaves
Are falling down
in the clearest autumn sky
And somehow I
considered blest
Cast them all to days gone by

All my snow
Has fallen down
From the coldest winter sky
And somehow I
considered pure
Lost the longest year gone by

All my rain
Is falling down
From the greyest springing sky
And somehow I
considered clean
Weep in sorrow now gone by

All my sun
is shining down
from the farthest kingdom’s sky
and somehow I
considered blest
Cast it all to days gone by