Benny Golson

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

[ti:Killer] [ar:Plain White T's] [al:Wonders Of The Younger] [00:01.04]Plain White T's - Killer [00:01.97] [00:03.56]If I was a pirate sailing the seas [00:06.98]Would you come and pillage the village with me [00:10.36]We'll bury the treasure and go