At my door the leaves are falling. A cold wild wind will come. Sweethearts walk by together. And I'd still miss someone. . Oh, I never got over those blues eyes.
At my door the leaves are falling a cold wild wind will come. Sweethearts walk by together and I still miss someone. For I never got over those blue eyes I see them everywehere.
At my door the leaves are falling. A cold, wild wind has come. Sweethearts walk by together. And I still miss someone. . I go out to a party. And look for a little fun.