Written by: Johnny Mercer
The falling leaves drift by the window
The autumn leaves of red and gold
I see your lips, the summer kisses
The sun-burned hands I used to hold
Since you went away the days grow longer
And soon I'll hear old winters song
But I miss you most of all my darling
When autumn leaves start to fall
The falling leaves drift by the window
The autumn leaves of red and gold
I see your lips, the summer kisses
The sun-burned hands I used to hold
Since you went away the days grow longer
And soon I'll hear old winters song
But I miss you most of all my darling
When autumn leaves start to fall