Autumn Leaves — Frank Sinatra

Writer(s): kosma/prevert/mercer

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 Ill hear

Old winters song

But I miss you most of all

My darling

When autumn leaves

Start to fall