I was twenty-one years when wrote 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 wither with the wind, And they crumble in your hand.
Once my heart was filled with the love of a girl. I held close, but she faded in the night Like a poem I to write. And the leaves that are green turn to brown, And wither with the wind, And they crumble in your hand.
I threw a in a brook And watched the ripples run away they never made a sound. And the leaves that are green turned to brown, And they wither with the wind, 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.