Autumn leaves under frozen souls, Hungry hands soft and old, My hero crying as we stood out their in the cold, Like these leaves I dont have to hold
Handsome smiles wearing handsome shoues, Too young to say, though I swear he knew, I hear him singing while he sits there in his chair, While these autumn leaves float everywhere
And I at you, and I see me, making noise so reslessly, But now it's 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, you still live on in my fathers eyes, These autumn leaves, all these autumn leaves, all autumn leaves are your tonite.