When autumn leaves start to fall Since you went away, the days grow long And soon I'll hear, old winter's song But I miss you, most of all, my darling The falling leaves, drift by my window The autumn leaves, of red and gold I see your lips, the summer

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's song But I miss you most of all my

I'm on my way Home sweet home Tonight tonight Just set me free You know I'm a dreamer But my heart's of gold I had to run away high So I wouldn't come home low Just when things went right

Treat me sweet and gentle when you say goodnight Just squeeze me but please don't tease me I get sentimental when you hold me tight Just squeeze me but please don't tease me Missing you since you went away Singing the blues away each day Counting the

I'm on my way Home sweet home Tonight tonight Just set me free You know I'm a dreamer But my heart's of gold I had to run away high So I wouldn't come home low Just when things went right

Treat me sweet and gentle when you say goodnight Just squeeze me but please don't tease me I get sentimental when you hold me tight Just squeeze me but please don't tease me Missing you since you went away Singing the blues away each day Counting the

I'll do all these things for you Yesterday's gone yeah it went away I've been lost but I'm here today Take what's broken make it new I'll be a fool when the sun's out Burn you a fire when you burn out And give you the future you gave away And give you my

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's song But I miss you most of all my

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's song But I miss you most of all my

Back to the front Soldier boy, made of clay Now an empty shell Twenty one, only son But he served us well Bred to kill, not to care Do just as we say Finished here, greetings death He's yours to take away