I was 21 years when I wrote this song. I'm 22 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 crumble 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'm meant to write, and the leaves that are green turn to brown.And they wither with the wind, and they crumble in your hand.I threw a pebble in a brook, and watched the ripples run away.And they never made a sound, and the leaves that are green turn to brown.And the leaves that are green turn to brown.
