I was twenty-one years when I wrote this song

I'm twenty-two now but I won't 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, hello

Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye


That's all there is


And the leaves that are green turned to brown