The falling leaves.
Drift by the window.
The autumn leaves of red and gold.
I see your lips.
The summer kisses.
The sunburned hand.
I used to hold.

Since you went away.
The days grow long.
And soon I'll hear old winter's song.
But I miss you most of all, my darling.

When autumn leaves start to fall.

Since you went away.
The days grow long.
And soon I'll hear old winter's song.
But I miss you most of all, my darling.

When autumn leaves start to fall.