Les feuilles mortes

Dead leaves Playing horsey on daddy, straddling him You are watching fall the first dead leaves Far away from the cares that furrow our brows When our innocence leaves the key under the door Since you've been here you know, my own inner kid's laughter Rings out once again somewhere deep inside me Like an old friend I wasn't expecting anymore Who is coming back for the holidays under my roof Inside my jubilant head, you are a New Year's Day A chair that rocks my childhood memories Hi Grandmom, Happy New Year big nose So many feelings since you were born You know the older you get, and it's truly sad The sense of wonder loses its feathers on the road But you are an ember that relights my eyes And all that in me has been so long extinct My bursts of laughter in the piles of dead leaves The mercurochrome on my little knees The school where I wore out the bottom of my britches The slush puppy and the penny raspberries All these images a bit damaged Comes back to life under my knit cap, in my fatherly head Like a sugartime after the long winter If one day your laughter, you kid free of worries Is borne away by a teardrop from deep from within That fate or the "I shouldas" For a while make you lose your illusions Remember that all passes so fast in life The good like the shit that the wind brings us And when each one of us hides out well buried Our bursts of laughter in the fallen leaves

You are watching fall the first dead leaves

Far away from the cares that furrow our brows

When our innocence leaves the key under the door

Since you've been here you know, my own inner kid's laughter

Resonates again somewhere deep inside me

Like an old friend I wasn't expecting anymore

Who is coming back for the holidays under my roof

Inside my jubilant head, you are a New Year's Day

A chair that rocks my childhood memories

Hi Grandmom, Happy New Year big nose

So many feelings since you were born

You know the older you get, and it's truly sad

The sense of wonder sheds its feathers on the road

But you are an ember that relights my eyes

And all that in me has been so long extinct

My bursts of laughter in the piles of dead leaves

The mercurochrome on my little knees

The school where I wore out the bottom of my britches

The slush puppy and the penny raspberries

All these images a bit damaged

From my shipwrecks and the weight of the years

Comes back to life under my knit cap, in my fatherly head

Like a sugartime after the long winter

If one day your laughter, you worry-free kid

Is swept away by a teardrop from deep within

That fate or the "I shouldas"

For a while make you lose your illusions

Remember that all passes so fast in life

The good like the shit that the wind brings us

And when each one of us hides out well buried

Our bursts of laughter in the dead leaves