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