Poem – George Edmunds’ Song – Charles Dickens

Autumn leaves, autumn leaves, lie strewn around he here; 

Autumn leaves, autumn leaves, how sad, how cold, how drear! 

How like the hopes of childhood’s day, 

Thick clust’ring on the bough! 

How like those hopes in their decay- 

How faded are they now! 

Autumn leaves, autumn leaves, lie strewn around me here; 

Autumn leaves, autumn leaves, how sad, how cold, how drear! 
Wither’d leaves, wither’d leaves, that fly before the gale: 

Withered leaves, withered leaves, ye tell a mournful tale, 

Of love once true, and friends once kind, 

And happy moments fled: 

Dispersed by every breath of wind, 

Forgotten, changed, or dead! 

Autumn leaves, autumn leaves, lie strewn around me here! 

Autumn leaves, autumn leaves, how sad, how cold, how drear!