Autumn under frozen souls, Hungry hands turning soft and old, My hero crying as we stood out their in the cold, Like these leaves I dont nothing to hold
Handsome smiles wearing handsome shoues, Too young to say, though I swear he knew, And I hear him while he sits in his chair, While these autumn leaves float around everywhere
And I look at you, and I see me, making so reslessly, But now it's quiet and I can hear you sing, 'My little dont cry, my little fish dont cry.'
Autumn leaves fading now, That smiles I've lost, well I've found some how, Because you still live on in my fathers eyes, These autumn leaves, all autumn leaves, all these autumn leaves are your tonite.