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. 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.