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
Chorus:
And the leaves that are green turn to brown
And they wither with the wind
And they crumble in your hand.
Once my heart was filled with love of a girl
I held her close but she faded in the night
Like a poem I meant to write
chorus
I threw a pebble in a brook
And watched the ripples run away
And they never made a sound
chorus
Hello, hello, hello, hello
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
That's all there is
And the leaves that are green turn to brown.