A folk song that struck me as very Humacti. The tune (more or less) is at http://sniff.numachi.com/pages/tiLIFEMAN;ttLIFEMAN.html , and there's a lovely version of it by Steeleye Span on "They Called Her Babylon". --Jacob
- As I was a walking one morning at ease
- A viewing the leaves as they fell from the trees
- All in slow motion appearing to be
- And those that had withered, they fell from the trees
- What's the life of a man anymore than the leaves
- A man has his season, so why should we grieve
- Though all thru this life, we appear fine and gay
- Like the leaves we will wither and soon fade away
- If you'd seen the leaves just a few days ago
- So beautiful and bright they all seemed to grow
- A frost came upon them and withered them all
- A storm came upon them and down they did fall
- If you look in the churchyard, there you will see
- Those that have passed like the leaves from the trees
- When age and affliction upon us do fall
- Like the leaves we must wither and down we must fall