Akoustic Band

The falling leaves drift by the window The autumn leaves of red and gold I see your lips, the summer kisses The sun-burned hands I used to hold Since you went away the days grow long And soon I'll hear old winter's song But I miss you most of all my

Yesterday, just a photograph of yesterday And all it's edges folded and the corners faded, sepia brown And yet it's all I have of our past love A postscript to it's ending Brighter days, I can see such brighter days When every song we sang is sung ag