Autumn Leaves (Eric Clapton) The falling leaves drift by my window The autumn 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. Since you went away, the days grow long And soon I’ll hear ol’ [...]
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