Autumn leaves under frozen souls, 
 Hungry hands turning soft and old, 
 My hero cried as we stood out there in the cold, 
 Like these autumn leaves I don't have nothing to hold.

 Handsome smile, wearing handsome shoes, 
 Too young to say, though I swear he knew, 
 And I hear him singing while he sits there in his chair, 
 While these autumn leaves float around everywhere.
 And I look at you, and I see me, 
 Making noise so restlessly, 
 But now it's quiet and I can hear you sing, 
 'My little fish don't cry, my little fish don't cry.'

 Autumn leaves have faded now, 
 That smile I lost, well I've found somehow, 
 Because you still live on in my father's eyes, 
 These autumn leaves, all these autumn leave, all these autumn leaves are
 Yours tonight.

 Mmm...