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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] in your hand.

I threw a pebble in a brook
And watched the [bad word] away
And they never made a sound.
And the leaves that are green turned to brown,
And they wither with the wind,
And they [bad word] in your hand.

Hello, 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.