Compositor: Fábio Moro / Osires Freitas
I saw no leaves today
And they haven’t been here in a while
I saw no leaves yesterday
They left in a hurry
I saw no leaves last week
They flew away from the tree
I saw no leaves in a while
There are no leaves here
If there’s a chance to remember
Maybe they were brown and withered
If there’s a chance to be deceived
They were green and bright
If there were a chance to go along
I would go find 'em
If there were a chance to go back home
I would go ask 'em
So that’s what lasts
A weak set of woods
And a weak set of a man
Both still standing
But only one lucky to have roots
And another one lucky to see his end