Eva Cassidy Autumn Leaves ^{минус №3}

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

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