The falling leaves drift by the window The autumn leaves of red and gold. I see your lips, the summer kisses The sunburned hand I used to hold. The falling leaves drift by the window The autumn 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 autumn leaves of red and gold.