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 in 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 in the wind

And they crumble in your hand



I threw a pebble in a brook

And watched the ripple run away

And they never made a sound

And the leaves that are green turn to brown

And they wither in 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 turn to brown

And they wither in the wind

And they crumble in your hand