Autumn Leaves

The au - tumn 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 win - ter's song; But I miss you most of all, my Dar - ling, When au - tumn leaves start to fall. _______________________________________________________ Contribuição: Murilo Duarte Costa Corrêa([email protected])