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.