Medley Autumn Leaves ^{Ожидает модерации}

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 winters song.

But I miss you most of all, my darling,
When autumn leaves start to fall.