Friday, 25 November 2016

The dead leaves

Since you went away my darling
the days grow long my darling

And soon I'll hear old winter's song
old winter's song drift by the window

I used to hold the summer kisses
And soon I'll hear the days grow long 

I see the sunburned hands start to fall
your lips of red and gold start to fall 

 The falling leaves when autumn leaves
The autumn leaves when autumn leaves 

but I miss you most of all since you went away
I miss you most of all 
with apologies to Johnny Mercer
(though I really do not care, sir)

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