She was a cold case of Celtic descent And Celtic dissent was in her blood She saw the human race Like so many islands, laid out for a flood She was a cold day with a stern resolution To leave nothing that could be left unsaid, said "Come on," she'd say, "It's a weak constitution That lets the dead past bury its dead" It took all day to walk across town The day all the leaves came down Up to my knees in orange and brown The day all the leaves came down At the Mt. Zion Old School Baptist Church We kissed in front of Jesus and some dead rebels In a motel run by a cowboy Elvis Fetid, foul and feckless, a half-man of letters He said, "I am not a tree That will constantly bloom in spring" She said, "That's your excuse for everything Saying love the sinner, hate the skin You can be kindred without being kin" It took all day to walk across town The day all the leaves came down Up to my knees in orange and brown The day all the leaves came down Which is the right life? The quiet life or the night life? Which is the brightest? The morning or the night light? Which held you the tightest? Your first love or your third wife? From the chill dawn to the humid night It took all day to walk across town The day all the leaves came down Up to my knees in orange and brown The day all the leaves came down