Autumn Leaves
Johnny Mercer / Joseph Kosma
The falling leaves drift by my window,
The autumn leaves, all red and gold
I see your lips, your summer kisses,
The sunburned hands I used to hold
Since you went away, the days grow long
And soon I'll hear, old winter songs
But I miss you most of all, my darling
When autumn leaves start to fall
But I miss you most of all, my darling
When autumn leaves start to fall