The Woods are getting naked
and the weather is getting colder
I can feel this fall deep inside my bones

I hear the call of the birds
they are going to leave us
I wonder how they know their destination

The woods are turnin' colours
the wilderness is shining
the north prepares for winter,
'cause it will be [bad word] 
The birds calling gether
they are going to leave us
I always wonder how they know where to fly