DEAD OAKLEAVES EVERYWHERE
Reading edition
Dead oakleaves everywhere Under my feet, Filling the forest air With odours sweet. Acorns, three, four and five, Falling apace. Thank God I am alive This day of grace!
Reading edition
Dead oakleaves everywhere Under my feet, Filling the forest air With odours sweet. Acorns, three, four and five, Falling apace. Thank God I am alive This day of grace!