The trees are a-flame as October goes Hickory yellow, maple red and gold Smoke drifts off a mountain breeze And there's beauty in the dying leaves
Love burns bright and then it's gone A burst of color that won't last long All good things must end it seems But there's beauty in the dying leaves
The last time I saw you the air had turned crisp There was a sudden coolness in your kiss And I wouldn't trade that memory Or the beauty in the dying leaves
Love burns bright and then it's gone A burst of color that won't last long All good things must end it seems But there's beauty in the dying leaves
All good things must end it seemsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
