As leaves fall gently from the tree, We walk among them, you and me. As lovers blown in autumn gale, We leave safe harbour, and set sail, To distant shores, of lands unknown, And who can tell where may be blown? Until at last, with prayer and love, We see upon the wind a dove Of peace and hope, of that, my dear, To take away our pain and fear And hand in hand, all may be right To love in freedom, in the light.