I was twenty-one years When I wrote this song I'm twenty-two now But I won't be for long Time hurries on And the leaves that are green turn to brown And they wither in the wind And they crumble in your hand Once my heart was filled with the love of a girl I held her close but she faded in the night Like a poem I meant to write And the leaves that are green turn to brown And they wither in the wind And they crumble in your hand I threw a pebble in a brook And watched the ripple run away And they never made a sound And the leaves that are green turn to brown And they wither in the wind And they crumble in your hand Hello, hello, hello, hello Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye That's all there is And the leaves that are green turn to brown And they wither in the wind And they crumble in your hand