Autumn Leaves de Susan Boyle

Autumn leaves under frozen souls,
Hungry hands turning soft and old,
My hero cried as we stood out there in the cold,
Like these autumn leaves i dont have nothing to hold.

Handsome smile, wearing handsome shoes,
Too young to say, though i swear he knew,
And i hear him singing while he sits there in his chair,
While these autumn leaves float around everywhere.

I look at you, and i see me,
Making noise so restlessly,
But now its quiet and i can hear you saying,
'my little fish dont cry, my little fish dont cry.'

Autumn leaves have faded now,
That smile i lost, well i've found somehow,
'cause you still live on in my fathers eyes,

These autumn leaves,
Oh these autumn leaves,
Oh these autumn leaves are yours tonight