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