The Autumn Garden

Autumn leaves under frozen souls,

Hungry hands turning soft and old,
My hero cried as we stood out their in the cold,
Like these autumn leaves I don't have nothing to hold.

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.

(Autumn, Paolo Nutini)