The falling leaves drift by my window The falling leaves of red and gold I see your lips, the summer kisses The sunburned hand 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 The falling leaves drift by the window The falling leaves of red and gold I see your lips, the summer kisses The sunburned hand 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