The falling leaves drift by the window
The Autumn leaves of red and gold
I see your lips, the summer kisses
The sunburned hand 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

I see your lips, the summer kisses
The sunburned hand 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.

Copyright: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Springstoff GmbH, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): Jacques Prévert, Johnny Mercer, Joseph Kosma