Introdução: The autumn leaves drift by my window, The autumn 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. The autumn leaves drift by my window, The autumn 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.