Gold on the leaves

Dum trees put me at ease Their tall grey limbs, their sheltering green And though I like to roam far Sometimes I long to be where I'm from The setting sun, retreats on the horizon The light on the leaves, there's gold in the trees See these days, I'm bound to cities and crowds But some days I yearn, and I have to return To the shimmering heat of the bold hot sun That bears down endlessly A shy little breeze, gathers with me I sit and I gaze at the space where you used to be The shimmering heat of the bold hot sun That bears down endlessly The rains will come, washed and undone I sit and I dream of the way you used to be