The birthday song

Next week I will be Forty-nine Not a number to embrace Don't want wishes For a better year I remember them so well And I was born On a fallen leaf Still falling From that tree I was born And I will leave As quiet as I lived Sometimes my eyes are filled with tears Sometimes it is my heart In every week that comes along I seek For that destiny I need And I was born On a fallen leaf Still falling From that tree I was born And I will leave As quiet as I lived