The falling leaves drift by the window The autumn leaves of red and gold I see your lips, the summer kisses The sunburned hand I used to hold Since you
Translation: Williams, Andy. Autumn Leaves.
Translation: Williams, Roger. Autumn Leaves.
a different stream...recess with my mind Jack Frost taps the window sill William Tell atop the hill Dreaming arrows shoot the hay Autumn's color
autumn winds softly blow. I've said this all even before, just yesterday and long ago! So I stand now silent to all, for only she really knows... And the autumn
Glen, And stood against him, Proud Edward's Army, And sent him homeward, Tae think again. The Hills are bare now, And Autumn leaves lie thick and still
died for Your wee bit hill, and glen And stood against them Proud Edward's army And sent him homeward, Tae think again Those hills are bare And Autumn leaves