Les Feuilles Mortes

The falling leaves

Drift by the window

The autumn leaves

Of red and goldI see your lips

The summer kisses

The sunburned hands

I used to holdSince you went away

The days grow long

And soon I'll hear

Old winter's songBut I miss you most of all

My darling

When autumn leaves

Start to fallSince you went away

The days grow long

And soon I'll hear

Old winter's songBut I miss you most of all

My darling

When autumn leaves

Start to fallStart to fall

Start to fall

Autumn leaves