Joseph Kosma
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The fallen leaves drive out the windows, the outer leaves of red and gold.
I see you leave the summer kisses
These somber hands I used to hold
Since you went away the days grow long
And soon I hear all the winters old
But I miss you most of all, my baby, when nightly leaves start to fall.
Since you went away, the days grow long, and soon I hear old winter's song.
But I miss you most of all, my baby, wait 'til it starts to fall.