I was twenty-one years when I this song. 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 the wind, And they crumble in your hand.
my heart was filled with the love of a girl. I held her close, but she in night Like a poem I meant to write. And the leaves that are green turn to brown, And they wither with the wind, And they crumble in hand.
I threw a pebble a brook And watched the ripples run away they never made a sound. And the leaves that are green turned to brown, And they with the wind, And they crumble in your hand.
Hello, Hello, Hello, Hello, Good-bye, Good-bye, Good-bye, That's all there is. And the leaves that are green turned to brown.