OCTOBER WIND

The piper wind goes straying Into the morning skies, With fern seed in his pocket, And laughter in his eyes, And the swift clouds break, and follow His magic melodies.

The piper wind goes playing His music, sweet and shrill, And, brave in red and yellow, The leaves dance on the hill; And the purple plumes of aster Nod gaily by the rill.

The piper wind goes roaming O'er upland, glade and plain, He whispers to the sunshine, He whistles through the rain, He dreams among the pine trees And wakes, and laughs again.

The piper wind goes homing Adown the sunset skies, With fern seed in his pocket, And laughter in his eyes, And our hearts are fain to follow His magic melodies.