i was twenty-one years when i wrote this song. im twenty-two now but i wont be for long
time hurries on. and the leaves that are green turn to brown
and they wither with the wind
and they crumble in your hand. once my heart was filled with the love of a girl. i held her close
but she faded in the night
like a poem i meant to write. and the leaves that are green turn to brown
and they wither with the wind
and they crumble in your hand. i threw a pebble in a brook
and watched the ripples run away
and they never made a sound. and the leaves that are green turned to brown
and they wither with the wind
and they crumble in your hand. hello
hello
hello
good-bye
good-bye
good-bye
good-bye
thats all there is. and the leaves that are green turned to brown
and they wither with the wind
and they crumble in your hand.