Rachelle Ferrell
Rachelle Ferrell
Rachelle Ferrell
Rachelle Ferrell
Rachelle Ferrell
Rachelle Ferrell
Rachelle Ferrell
Rachelle Ferrell
Rachelle Ferrell
Rachelle Ferrell
The autumn leaves drift by my window
The autumn leaves of red and gold
I see your lips the summer kisses
Those sunburned hands I use to hold
Since you went away the nights grow long
And soon I'll hear old winter's song
But I miss you most of all, my darling
When autumn leaves begin to fall