et les vents du nord, les emportant dans la nuit blanche de n\'oubli que moi, je n\'ai pas oubli¨¦ la chanson que tu me chantais the falling leaves drift by the window the autumn leaves of red and gold i see your lips, the summer kisses the sun-burned hands i used to hold since you went away the days grow long and soon i\'ll hear old winter song but i miss you most of all, my darling when the autumn leaves start to fall...
