Empty Arms
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 -
Garlands 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.
(Demo performed by Dave Bourne.)
For permission to record Bob Nolan's music, contact: The Songwriter’s Guild of America
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