I was twenty one years when I wrote this song
I'm twenty two now but I won't b e for l ong
T ime hurries o n
And the l eaves t hat are g reen_ __ tur n to br own
And they wit her with the wind
And they cru mble in your h and
Once m y heart was filled with a love of a girl
I held her close but she faded i n the n ight
L ike a poem I meant to write
And the l eaves t hat are g reen turn t o brown
And they wit her with the wind
And they cru mble in your h and
I t hrew a p ebble i n a b rook
And watched the ripples r un a -way
And they nev er made a s ound
And the l eaves t hat are g reen turned to bro wn
And they wit her with the wind
And they cru mble in your h and
He llo hel lo hell o
goodbye goodbye goo dbye go odbye
T hat's all the re is
And the l eaves t hat are g reen turned to bro wn
And they wit her with the wind
And they cru mble in your h and