The autumn leaves drift by my window,
The autumn leaves of red and gold.
I see your lips, the summer kisses,
The sunburned 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 start to fall.
The autumn leaves drift by my window,
The autumn leaves of red and gold.
I see your lips, the summer kisses,
The sunburned 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 start to fall.