Et les vents du nord, les emportant Dans la nuit blanche de n'oubli Que moi, je n'ai pas oubli� La chanson que tu me chantais The falling leaves drift by the window The autumn leaves of red and gold I see your lips, the summer kisses The sun-burned 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 the autumn leaves start to fall...