Next week I will be
Forty-nine
Not a number to embrace
Don't want wishes
For a better year
I remember them so well
And I was born
On a fallen leaf
Still falling
From that tree
I was born
And I will leave
As quiet as I lived
Sometimes my eyes are filled with tears
Sometimes it is my heart
In every week that comes along
I seek
For that destiny
I need
And I was born
On a fallen leaf
Still falling
From that tree
I was born
And I will leave
As quiet as I lived