I'll Be with You in Apple Blossom Time - Mitch Miller

The falling leaves drift by my window

The autumn leaves are red and gold

I see your lips, the summer kisses

The sunburned hands I used to hold

Since you went away, the days grow long

And soon I’ll hear old winter song

But I miss you most of all, my darling

When autumn leaves start to fall

Since you went away, the days grow longer

And soon I’ll hear old winter song

But I miss you most of all, my darling

When autumn leaves start to fall