Walking through the leaves, hiding mongst the trees
Feelin like a criminal only love can see
All my friends asleep and I’m in trouble deep
The one who took the cup I hear him crunching up
No time to till and keep as I hear the crow I weep
That hill is full of sheep and looks so very steep
My will is dying on the vine and I ’d rather be feeding them swine
But the leaves are falling now and not my will but yours and mine.