The falling leaves drift by the window.
The autumn leaves of red and gold.
I see your lips The summer kisses.
The sunburnt hands I used to hold.
Since you went away The days grow long
And soon I'll hear old winter's song
The falling leaves drift by the window.
The autumn leaves of red and gold.
I see your lips The summer kisses.
The sunburnt hands I used to hold.
Since you went away The days grow long
And soon I'll hear old winter's song