I stood unwound beneath the skies
And clouds unbound by laws
The cryin' rain like a trumpet sang
And asked for no applause; Lay down your weary tune, lay down
Lay down the song you strum
And rest yourself 'neath the strength of strings
No voice can hope to hum -Bob Dylan; The last of leaves fell from the trees
And clung to a new love's breast
The branches bare like a banjo moaned
To the winds that listened best
