Autumn Leaves

Writer(s): Joseph Kosma/ Prevert / Johnny Mercer

The falling leaves drift by the window, the autumn leaves ff red and gold,
I see your lips, the summer kisses, the sunburned hands, 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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