A Prairie Home Companion with Garrison Keillor

Girl At the Window
Saturday, October 23, 2004
Listen

The girl at the window, who does not look
Girl at the window, head in a book.

The leaves are falling, orange and red,
The leaves are falling on my head.
Her head is full of lovely words
That fly around like hummingbirds.

I love the fall, I love the sound
Of orange leaves as they hit the ground.
And the smell of rotten apples too.
There's one in my hand and I'm looking at you.

I throw the apple for you to see
And hit a yellow maple tree
And ten more leaves come tumbling down
Red and yellow orange and brown.

And you reading books one two three
Riding riding toward the sea
I hope you will ride back to me