Hungry hands turning soft and old
My hero cried as we stood out their in the cold
Like these autumn leaves I don't have nothing to hold
Handsome smiles wearing handsome shoes
Too young to say, though I swear he knew
And I hear him singing while he sits there in his chair
Now these autumn leaves float around everywhere
And I look at you, and I see me
Making noise so restlessly
But now it's quiet and I can hear you saying
My little fish don't cry, my little fish don't cry
Autumn leaves how faded now
that smile that I've lost, well I've found some how
Because you still live on in my fathers eyes
These autumn leaves
oh these autumn leaves
oh these autumn leaves
are yours tonight
... vai all'album "THESE STREETS"
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