Autumn leaves under frozen souls,
Hungry hands turning soft and old.
My hero cried as we stood out there in the cold,
Like these autumn leaves I don't have nothing to hold.
Handsome smile, wearing handsome shoes,
Too young to say though I swear he knew.
I hear him singing while he sits there in his chair,
While these autumn leaves float around everywhere.
I look at you and I see me, making noise so restlessly,
But now it's quiet and I can hear you saying,
My little fish don't cry, my little fish don't cry.
Autumn leaves have faded now
That smile I lost well I've found somehow,
Cause you still live on in my father's eyes.
These autumn leaves, oh these autumn leaves,
Oh these autumn leaves are yours tonight.
JIM DUGUID,PAOLO GIOVANNI NUTINI
Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.