Autumn under frozen souls, Hungry hands turning soft and old, My hero crying we stood out their in the cold, Like these autumn leaves I dont have nothing to hold
Handsome smiles wearing shoues, Too young to say, though I swear he knew, And I hear singing while he sits there in his 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 'My little fish dont cry, my little fish dont cry.'
Autumn leaves how fading now, smiles that I've lost, well I've some how, Because you still live on in my fathers eyes, These autumn leaves, all these autumn leaves, all autumn leaves are your tonite.