It’s autumn. All the leaves are falling down, Falling down, falling down. Falling , falling to the ground It is autumn!
As they fall they twirl around, Twirl around, twirl around. Twirling, swirling to the ground. It is autumn.
Lots of colours touch the ground, Touch the ground, touch the ground. Red and yellow, green and brown. It is autumn!
Fall. Warm September brings the fruit, Sportsmen then begin to shoot. October brings the pheasant, Then to gather nuts is pleasant. Dull November brings the blast, Then the leaves are wiring fast.
Rain. Rain on the green grass, Rain on the tree. Rain on the house-top But not on me!
Rain, rain, go away! Come again another day!
Autumn. This is a season when fruit is sweet, This is a season when friends meet, This is a season when leaves fall down Red, orange, yellow, brown.
The song of seasons. Sing the song of seasons! Something bright in all. Flowers in the summer, Fires in the fall.
Mushrooms. Mushrooms, dear, don’t be afraid, Don’t just hide there in the shade. Come and stand in the sun So I pick you one by one.
Autumn. Yellow, red and green and brown, See, the little leaves come down. Dancing, dancing in the breeze, Falling, falling from the trees
Dance of the leaves. First they dance upon the trees, Then they float on the breeze. Then they gaily blow around, Now they’re sleeping on the ground.
About rain… When the dew is on the grass Rain will never come to pass.
A sunshiny shower Won’t last half an hour.
Rain, Wind and Snow. Rain, rain, April rain! Bring the flowers back again, Yellow cowslip, violet blue, Butter-cups and daisies too.
Wind, wind! Autumn wind! He the leafy trees has thinned, Loudly hear him roar and shout; Bar the door and keep him out.
Snow, snow, pure white snow! O'er the fields thy covering throw. Cover up the seed so warm Through the winter safe from harm.
Rain, wind, snow, all three, Each in turn shall welcome be, Each and all in turn are sent On the earth with good intend.
Rain, Rain. Rain, rain, Go to Spain Fair weather Come again.
Little rain drops. Oh, where do you come from, You little drops of rain, Pitter- patter, pitter- patter, Down the window-pane? They won’t let me walk, They won’t let me play, And they won’t let me go Out of doors at all to day. They put away my playthings Because I broke them all, And then they locked up all my bricks, And took away my ball. Tell me little raindrops, Is that the way you play , Pitter-patter, pitter-patter, All the rainy day? They say I’m very naughty, But I’ve nothing else to do But sit here at the window; I should like to play with you. The little raindrops cannot speak, But pitter-patter pat Means "We can play on this side: Why can’t you play on that?"
Please remember. Please to remember The fifth of November, Gunpowder, treason, and plot I know no reason Why gunpowder and treason Should ever be forgot.
In September, last July. One fine October morning In September, last July The moon lay thick upon the ground, The snow shone in the sky. The flowers were singing gaily And the birds were in full bloom. I went down to the cellar To sweep the upstairs room.
This is the season. This is the season When vegetables grow. I come to the garden And make water flow.
The song of seasons.