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, Good-bye,
Good-bye, Good-bye, Good-bye,
That's all there is.
And the leaves that are green
turned to brown,
And they wither with the wind,
And they crumble in your hand.