Joseph Kosma Autumn Leaves ^{минус №13}

Autumn Leaves 

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 I’ll hear 
Old winter’s song 

But I miss you most of all 
My darling 
When autumn leaves 
Start to fall