I was twenty one years when I wrote this song
I'm twenty two now but I won't be for long
Time hurries on
And the leaves that are green___ turn to brown
And they wither with the wind
And they crumble in your hand
Once my heart was filled with a love of a girl
I threw a pebble in a brook
And watched the ripples run a-way
And they never made a sound
And the leaves that are green turned to brown