[Verse 1] A little yellow leaf lay there On a shoreline made of stone, Like a piece of summer holding on Though autumn had begun. Funny how a splash of color Can stop you where you are, When everything around it Seems painted shades of dark. And I wondered as I held it, What this season came to say. Maybe change is not the ending. Maybe God still makes a way. [Chorus] When yellow leaves fall, I’m learning not to fear it. Every season has a reason, Even when I cannot see it. Some days gray can fill the sky, Then one small color breaks through all. Maybe grace looks just like that When yellow leaves fall. [Verse 2] Sometimes color is a phone call, Or a friend who comes to stay, A Bible verse at just the time You need some light that day. A meal somebody brings you, Flowers sitting by the door, A hug that says without a word, “You don’t walk this road alone.” And I’m learning in the gray times God can send the smallest things, Just enough to help me notice There is beauty in between. [Chorus] When yellow leaves fall, I’m learning not to fear it. Every season has a reason, Even when I cannot see it. Some days gray can fill the sky, Then one small color breaks through all. Maybe grace looks just like that When yellow leaves fall. [Verse 3] The nest is quiet now. The rooms don’t sound the same. The children built their own lives, And the years just slipped away. I thought an empty branch meant Something beautiful was gone. But now I see the sunrise Through the place the leaves had been on. Coffee by the window, Squirrels running through the yard, A little wren starts singing Like a hymn before the dawn. [Bridge] I don’t have to love the changing. I don’t have to understand. I just have to trust the Father Who still holds me in His hands. Some seasons come like thunder. Some barely change at all. But His faithful love is with me Through every rise and fall. [Final Chorus] When yellow leaves fall, I’m learning how to thank Him. For the colors and the gray skies, For the empty and the changing. Maybe losing what was yesterday Makes room to see what’s been there all along. The branches may be empty, But the sky was never gone. So I’ll give thanks to the Lord. His love has carried me through it all. And I’ll watch for what He’s showing me When yellow leaves fall. [Outro] Slow. Subtle. Serene. Another season comes. And God is still faithful When yellow leaves fall.
