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 with 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 with the wind
   And they crumble in your hand
  
   I threw a pebble in a brook
   And watched the ripples run away
   And they never made a sound
   And the leaves that are green turn to brown
   And they wither with 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