
My yard is yellow, leaves cover the ground,
My yard is yellow, to their peace I'm bound.
My y
My yard is yellow, the leaves match the sun.
Sometimes they're brown and sometimes they're still green,
Others playing in he leaves is what I've seen.
Every time the wind blows the leaves drift downward,
Laughter while leaves are thrown that's what I've heard.
My yard is yellow, this time of the year is so grand,
My yard is yellow, each leaf is painted by God's hand.
My yard is yellow, leaves cover the ground,
My yard is yellow, to their peace I'm bound.
By Avé
