Autumn leaves under frozen souls, Hungry hands turning and old, My hero crying as we stood out their in the cold, Like these autumn leaves dont have nothing to hold
smiles wearing handsome shoues, Too young to say, though I swear knew, And I hear him singing while he sits there in his chair, While autumn leaves float around everywhere
And I look at you, and I see me, noise so reslessly, But now it's quiet and I can hear you sing, 'My little fish cry, my fish dont cry.'
Autumn leaves how fading now, That smiles that lost, well I've found some how, Because you still live on in my fathers eyes, These autumn leaves, these autumn leaves, all these autumn leaves are your tonite.