Текст песни Softly Softly - Tall Heights

Softly, softly through the trees
the leaves come falling down.
Colors floating in the air,
colors floating everywhere!
They hardly make a sound,
they hardly make a sound.

Rolling slowly back to school,
we children hear the bell.
Teacher says the golden rule:
kindness given follows you.
We children hear the bell.
We children hear it louder–
Pop! Pop!
In the hall!

We children hit the ground.
Evelyn is all in red,
Evelyn was my best friend.
We children hit the ground,
we hardly make a sound.

In the steeple, in the town,
the people sing their prayers:
spare our children from such harms,
hold them in our loaded arms
and never put them down.
We'll never put them

softly, softly to the ground.
The tears come floating down.
What can take a child's place?
What is worth a child placed
so gently in the ground?
It hardly makes a sound.