The falling leaves drift by the window

The autumn leaves of red and gold

I see your lips, the summer kisses

The sunburned hand 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



[brief instrumental interlude-first two lines]

I see your lips, the summer kisses

The sunburned hand 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