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