My interpretation of a well-loved standard using the instruments I love most to play: the acoustic guitar, the flute, and the voice.
Written by: Joseph Kosma/Johnny Mercer/Jacques Prevert. Arranged, performed, and produced by: Tom O'Brien
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A song about a remembrance of lost love, how ordinary things like falling leaves can stir old memories.
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The falling leaves
Drift by my window
The autumn leaves
Of red and gold
I see your lips
The summer kisses
The sunburnt 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
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