Matt Monro Autumn Leaves ^минус

« Autumn Leaves » 

The Autumn leaves, Drift by my window
The falling 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, I'll hear old winter's song
But I miss you most of all, My Darling
When Autumn leaves, Begin's to fall

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Since you went away, The days grew long
And very soon, I'll hear old winter's song
But I miss you most of all, My Darling
When Autumn leaves, Begin's to fall.