Gene Pitney

Autumn Leaves

Gene Pitney


The falling leaves
Drift by the window
The autumn leaves
All 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 songs.
But I miss you most of all
My darling,
When autumn leaves
start to fall...
The falling leaves
Drift by the window
The autumn leaves
All 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 songs.
But I miss you most of all
My darling,
When autumn leaves start to fall...
When autumn leaves start to fall...
Autumn leaves start to fall...
Autumn leaves start to fall...