Peaceful waters

The dead leaves of autumn that cling so desperately must fly before the cold October winds.
Their simple lives have ended, must they be born to die again.
Oh, may the light of freedom shine for all the world to see,
and peace and joy to all mankind through all the years to be.
For soon the leaves will die and the long hard wind will blow.
May this world find a resting place where the peaceful waters flow.