Autumn leaves de Roger Williams

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
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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