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