The falling leaves (Matt Monro)

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 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

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