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 wawy 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