WHEN AUTUMNN LEAVES . . .

. . . start to fall . . .

I see your face, the summer kisses,

 the sun-burned hands I used to hold



since you went away the days grow long

and soon I’ll hear cold winter’s song

 

But I miss you most of all my darling

When Autumn Leaves start to fall . . .

J Mercer / G Parsons 1950