Music: Joseph Kosma
Lyrics: Jacques Prévert/Johnny Mercer
The falling leaves
Drift by my window
The falling leaves of
Red and gold
I see your lips
The summer kisses
The sunburnt hands I
Used to hold
Since you went away
The days grow long
And soon I'll hear old winter's song
But I miss you most of all
My darling
When autumn leaves
Start to fall
But I miss you most of all
My darling
When autumn leaves
Start to fall