Les Feuilles Mortes

The falling leaves
Drift by the window
The autumn leaves
Of red and goldI see your lips
The summer kisses
The sunburned hands
I used to holdSince you went away
The days grow long
And soon I'll hear
Old winter's songBut I miss you most of all
My darling
When autumn leaves
Start to fallSince you went away
The days grow long
And soon I'll hear
Old winter's songBut I miss you most of all
My darling
When autumn leaves
Start to fallStart to fall
Start to fall
Autumn leaves