The leaves are fallingnFalling from the treesnAnd birds are callingnAnd the earth begins to freezenThese quiet timesnThat I like bestnThese quiet timesnThat I like bestnnThe snow is fallingnFalling on the fieldsnI catch you callingnRemember how it feelsnThese quiet timesnThat I like bestnI’ll catch you fallingnWhen you least expectnI’ll catch you fallingnI’ll catch you fallingnI’ll catch you fallingnWhen you least expectnnSo feed the bird in the windnFeed the birds in the windnWon’t younFeed the birds in the windnFeed the birds in the wind