The falling leaves drift by the window
The autumn leaves of red and gold
I see your lips, the summer kisses
The sun-burned hands I used to hold
A-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 falling leaves drift by the window
The leaves of red, and those leaves of red and gold
I see your lips, the summer kisses
The sun-burned hands that I used to hold
A-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

When autumn leaves start to fall