Maple Leaves

Lyrics
October turned my maple's leaves to gold; The most are gone now; here and there one lingers: Soon these will slip from out the twigs' weak hold Like coins between a daying miser's fingers
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Credits
- Writers
- Charles Ives
- Thomas Bailey Aldrich