I was twenty-one years when I wrote this song. I'm twenty-two now but I won't for long Time hurries on. And the leaves that green turn to brown, And they wither with the wind, And crumble in your hand.
Once my heart was filled with the love of girl. I held her close, but she faded in the night Like a poem meant to write. And the leaves that are green turn to brown, And they with the wind, And they crumble in your hand.
I threw a pebble a brook And watched the ripples run away And they never made a And the leaves that are green turned to brown, And wither with the wind, And they crumble in your hand.
Hello, Hello, Hello, Good-bye, Good-bye, Good-bye, Good-bye, That's all there is. And the leaves that are green turned to brown.