Lyrics

Written by Matt McLeod and Jesse Parent

The leaves fall from a withered tree
Floating to the ground
You know I try to catch them
Turn them green back from brown

You know I’m far from perfect
I’ve lost a lot of leaves
I try to be a good man
That’s something I believe

I say oh
Sweet Marie

Again the trees are dying
Letting summer go
Seems they might be crying
Afraid to fight the snow

Winter only whispers
Summer always screams
Screaming out a love song
In the cold November breeze

And I say oh
Sweet Marie