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