Autumn leaves under frozen souls, Hungry hands 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 shoues, Too young to say, though I he knew, And I hear him singing while he sits there in chair, While these autumn leaves float around everywhere
And look at you, and I see me, making noise so reslessly, But it's quiet and I can hear you sing, 'My little fish dont cry, my little fish dont cry.'
Autumn leaves fading now, That smiles that I've lost, well I've found some how, Because you still on in my fathers eyes, These autumn leaves, all these autumn all these autumn leaves are your tonite.