Family trees, rotten leaves
Autumn breeze, follow me
Over the hill and all of the obstacles I greet
I won’t be home, but maybe my home will follow me
Where I go (Where I go), watch me grow (Watch me grow)
When I’m little till I’m old
Across from the street where bikes used to meet
I beg you please
Promise me that wherever I go, you’ll follow me
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