The

fal-

len

leaves,

drift

by

my

win-

dow

The

au-

tumn

leaves,

of

red

and

gold

I

see

your

lips,

the

sum-

mer

kisses

The

sun-

burned

hands,

I

used

to

hold

Since

you

went

a-

way,

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

Since

you

went

a-

way,

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

Yes

i

miss

you,

most

of

all,

my

darl-

ing

When

au-

tumn

leaves

start

to

fall