The Woods are getting nakednand the weather is getting coldernI can feel this fall deep inside my bonesnnI hear the call of the birdsnthey are going to leave usnI wonder how they know their destinationnnThe woods are turning' coloursnthe wilderness is shiningnthe north prepares for winter,n'cause it will be cruelnnThe birds calling togethernthey are going to leave usnI always wonder how they know where to fly