If you could only stay Even for a day We could spend some time Yes you've spent some time I've seen you with your books Memorizing lines Up at some day school Making others out as fools
Sweet autumn leaves seem to long for the pre-garden days Sweet autumn leaves seem to long for the pre-garden days
You and Arthur Meade Taught me how to read And how to waste a day Paint pictures of photographs I paint pictures that made you laugh
Sweet autumn leaves seem to long for the pre-garden days Sweet autumn leaves seem to long for the pre-garden days
Little girl who's got the blues Just you, the cat, and the covers on the bed And your subject's were once rough But now they lack the stuff
Sweet autumn leaves seem to long for the pre-garden days Sweet autumn leaves seem to long for the pre-garden days
Go on about keeping warm And you wonder why the doctor warned you not to flip your wig I heard that you were out there, breaking weather Let me take you where the moss grows Like walking out into the year's first snow Let me take you where the moss grows Like walking out into the year's first snow
Sweet autumn leaves seem to long for the pre-garden days Sweet autumn leaves seem to long for the pre-garden daysTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
