The falling leaves drift by my 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. 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.