Meditation – 28 October 2019

Autumn Leaves

The falling leaves drift by my window
The falling leaves of red and gold
I see your lips, the summer kisses
The sunburned hands, I used to hold.

Simce 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.

1945 Les feuilles mortes
Joseph Kosma, Jacques Prévert
Johnny Mercer

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