Pat Boone - The falling leaves | Текст песни

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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

(Instrumental for 1 minute)

I miss you most of all, my darling
When autumn leaves start to fall

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