The falling leaves drift by my window
The falling leaves of red and gold
I see your lips, the summer kisses
The sunburned 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.
From the 1945 French song, "Les Feuilles Mortes".
Lyrics by the poet Jacques Prévert
Music by Joseph Kosma
Image: Nagano, Japan