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)