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
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