trees and lake

miror lake in autumn

river

river boat

falling leaves

park

valley

daun

falling

The falling leaves drift by the window,
the autumn leaves of red and gold,
I see your lips, the summer kisses,
the sunburned 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 darling,
when autumn leaves start to fall