Lyrics:

Oh the moon hangs down Like some old evening gown Forgotten by some lovely southern maiden Oh the stars are her tears And the sky a skin of years That she has most graciously given Now who am I To think that she might bat an eye At my heart that lay so dangerously open 'Neath the sweet magnolia tree The world's a fragrant memory And the lady of the night has finally spoken Refrein: She cries, oh, you are a leaf that the wind blows And you drift from place to place and you never know Well is it here that I will stay? Child, you must be on your way For you are now, but you know nothing of your sorrow So I hover in the breath Between the birthday and the death And the hummingbird, he hovers o're the flower Though the end is just a guest From one moment to the next I keep thinking there will be a final hour She cries, oh, you are a leaf that the wind blows And you drift from place to place and you never know Well is it here that I will stay? Child, you must be on your way For you are now, but you know nothing of tomorrow She cries, oh, you are a leaf that the wind blows And you drift from place to place and you never know Well is it here that I will stay? Child, you must be on your way