Autumn Reverie
See the autumn leaves, the falling leaves, come down.
Teardrops of the sighing trees.
May you never, never guess there can be such loneliness.
Here, with empty arms outstretched, I cry.
With empty arms outstretched, I cry.
There’s a chillness in, a stillness in the air.
Garland of a broken dream.
As the empty branches wait for the springtime buds to break,
Here, with empty arms I’m waiting, too.
With empty arms, I’m waiting, too.
(The version you hear is a demo by Dave Bourne)
For permission to record Bob Nolan's music, contact: The Songwriter’s Guild of America
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