I need to find the rest of this poem: Come little leaves said the wind one day, Over the meadow with me and play, put on your dresses of red and gold, for the summer is gone and the days grow cold.

I believe the very last line is: And the snow laid a coverlet over their heads.

Please help; my momma used to read that to me. Thank you!

Come Little Leaves
Come little leaves said the wind one day,
Come O'er the meadows with me and play,
Put on your dress of red and gold,
For the Summer is gone and the days grow cold,
Down they came fluttering one and all,
Over the brown fields they danced and flew,
Singing the soft little songs they knew,
Dancing and whirling the little leaves went,
Winter had called them, and they were content,
Soon, fast asleep in their earthly beds,
The snow laid a coverlet over their heads
...By George Cooper

Stephen

Come Little Leaves by George Cooper has 5 verses. Most people are familiar with only verses 1, 3 and 5.

COME LITTLE LEAVES
by George Cooper

"Come, little leaves," said the wind one day,
"Come over the meadows with me, and play;
Put on your dresses of red and gold;
Summer is gone, and the days grow cold."

Soon as the leaves heard the wind's loud call,
Down they came fluttering, one and all;
Over the brown fields they danced and flew,
Singing the solf little songs they knew.

"Cricket, good-bye, we've been friends so long;
Little brook, sing us your farewell song-
Say you're sorry to see us go;
Ah! you are sorry, right well we know.

"Dear little lambs, in your fleecy fold,
Mother will keep you from harm and cold;
Fondly we've watched you in vale and glade;
Say, will you dream of our loving shade?"

Dancing and whirling the little leaves went;
Winter had called them and they were content-
Soon fast asleep in their earthy beds,
The snow laid a soft mantle over their heads.StephenFryer wrote:

Come Little Leaves
Come little leaves said the wind one day,
Come O'er the meadows with me and play,
Put on your dress of red and gold,
For the Summer is gone and the days grow cold,
Down they came fluttering one and all,
Over the brown fields they danced and flew,
Singing the soft little songs they knew,
Dancing and whirling the little leaves went,
Winter had called them, and they were content,
Soon, fast asleep in their earthly beds,
The snow laid a coverlet over their heads
...By George Cooper