the sun of old days falling off the trees
sunsoaked leaves give up their old sun and fall
smoked leaves scumming in the gutters of fall
waiting for the blower man
waiting for the rake
rakin' up the sun's old days
wakin' up the sun's old rays
crushing a leaf in my hand
where's all those old sunrays now?
Some old sun named Ray
An old son of the sun named Ray
Ray hangs laughing from a branch
And drops into the heap of leaves
These leaves are all sons of the sun
Sons and daughters of Ray and June
Sunshine and Ray, laughing in the fall
They fall to the ground, laughing and sighing

The leaves are laughing at the blower
Raimundo the Blowerman laughing on the grass
The Blowerman gives her a little more gas
Plants of one million years ago
Rise in blue smoke, accomplices,
Killers of the leaves of today
The murderers of today's leaves
Today leaves white gas smoke behind
White gas smoke in the old sun
Where's all those ancient sunrays now?
Prisoners in the dark
Locked up in oil and gasoline deposits
Yellow sunbirds covered in oil
Bright orange fires in the Middle East
As the sun goes down orange behind
Put out by the firemen of the far West

The Blowerman cuts the engine
And sits down for lunch in the leaves.