Autumn Leaves (Les Feuilles Mortes) - Paul Anka

The falling leaves drift by the window,

The autumn leaves of red and gold.

I see your lips, the summer kisses,

The sun-burned 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 (twice)