the fall-ing leaves
drift by the win-dow
the au-tumn leaves
of red and gold
i see your lips
the sum-mer kiss-es
the sun-burned hands
i used to hold
since you went a-way
the days grow long
and soon i'll hear
old win-ters song
but i miss you most of all
my dar-ling
when au-tumn leaves
start to fall.
since you went a-way
the days grow long
and soon i'll hear
old win-ters song
but i miss you most of all
my dar-ling
when au-tumn leaves
start to fall
start to fall
start to fall
autumn leaves.