Gold on the Leaves - Luluc

Gum trees

Put me at ease

Their tall grey limbs

Their sheltering green

And though I like to roam far

Sometimes I long to be

Where I'm from

The setting sun

Retreats on the horizon

The light on the leaves

There's gold in the trees

See these days

I'm bound to cities and crowds

But some days I yearn

And I have to return

To the shimmering heat

The bold hot sun

That bears down endlessly

A shy little breeze

Gathers with me

I sit and I gaze at the space

Where you used to be

The shimmering heat

The bold hot sun

That bears down endlessly

The rains will come washed and undone

I sit and I dream of the way

We used to be