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.
I hear him singing while he sits there in his chair,
While these autumn leavs float around everywhere.
I look at you and i see me, making noise so restlessly,
But now it's quiet and i can hear you saying,
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,
'cause you still live on in my father's eyes.
These autumn leaves, oh these autumn leaves,
Oh these autumn leaves are yours tonight.
