autumn leaves

Pat Boone

The falling leaves drift by the window
The autumn leaves of 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
[ strings - trumpet ]
But I miss I miss you you most of all my darling
When autumn leaves start to fall