I was twenty-one years when I wrote this I'm twenty-two now but I won't be for long hurries on. And the leaves that are green turn to brown, And they wither with wind, And they 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 I meant write. And the leaves that are green turn to brown, And they wither the wind, And they crumble in your hand.
threw a pebble in a brook And watched the ripples run away And they never made a sound. And the leaves 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.