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...