The

fall-

ing

leaves

drift

by

my

win-

dow

The

falling

leaves

of

red

and

gold

I

see

your

lips

the

sum-

mer

kis-

ses

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

I

miss

you

most

of

all

my

darling

When

au-

tumn

leaves

start

to

fall