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