autumn leaves under frozen souls,
hungry hands turning soft and old,
my hero cried as we stood out there in the cold,
like these autumn leaves i don’t have nothing to hold.
handsome smile, wearing handsome shoes,
too young to say, though i swear he knew,
and i hear him singing while he sits there in his chair,
while these autumn leaves float around everywhere.
and i look at you, and i see me,
making noise so restlessly,
but now it’s quiet and i can hear you sing,
‘my little fish don’t cry, my little fish don’t cry.’
autumn leaves have faded now,
that smile i lost, well i’ve found somehow,
because you still live on in my father’s eyes,
these autumn leaves, all these autumn leave, all these autumn leaves are yours tonight.