Eric Clapton (艾力克萊普頓)
The falling leaves, drift by my window
The autumn leaves, of red and gold
I see your lips, the summer kisses
The sun-burned 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
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
Yes I miss you, most of all, my darling
When autumn leaves start to fall