The falling leaves, drift by my window, the autumn leaves, of red and gold.
I see you lips, the summer kisses, the sun-burnt hands, 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 begin to fall.
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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 begin to fall.