There was a house,
Down by the Missouri River,
Where a single tree resided,
The good ole' Autumn Tree.
The wind would howl,
And the eagles screech.
But the tree just swayed there,
Not far from the rocky beach.
And little ones would come,
They swam, swung and sung,
And they always played around,
The good ole' Autumn Tree.
But as the days and years passed,
Time moved forward fast.
And the beloved children of the Autumn Tree,
No longer swung and swam.
The tire swing,
That had long ago been joy,
No longer was anyone's playtoy.
And the seasons passed,
The tree mourned in Autumn,
And sighed in spring,
For it's little people,
Had all grown wings.
But then one day,
A single angel came,
And holding her hand,
Was a new little one that wanted to play.
And now the story ends,
As the Autumn Tree was sang,
And was played into the long days.