1. The gusty wind whips through the trees and makes a peaceful sound.
The colored leaves twirl here and there as they frolic on the ground.
All nature wears her brightest dress,
The finest of the year.
To let us know that fall has come,
And harvesttime is here.
2. Our feathered friends are flying south.
They do not care to stay.
The busy squirrel has gathered food—
and has it stored away.
All nature speaks her deepest thanks,
Both creature, child, and man.
For autumn time and harvesttime are part of God’s great plan.
Copyright © 1985 by Naomi W. Randall and Charlene A. Newell. All rights reserved. Making copies of this music for use within the Church is permitted. This notice must be included on each copy made.