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(D)I was twenty one (Emin)years
when I (A7)wrote this (D)song
I'm twenty two now but I (G)won't (C)be
for (D)long
(G)Time hurries (A7)on.
And the (D)leaves (C)that
are (G)green (A7)turn
to (D)brown
And they (Bmin)wither with the wind
And they (Emin7)crumble in your (A7)hand
(A7sus4) - (A7)
(A7)Once
my (D)heart was (Emin)filled
with a (A7)love of a (D)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
(D)I threw a (Emin)pebble
(A7)in a (D)brook
And watched the ripples run away
And they never made a sound
And the leaves that are green turned to brown
And they wither with the wind
And they crumble in your hand
(D)Hello,
(Emin)hello, (A7)hello,
(D)hello
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
That's all there is
And the leaves that are green turned to brown
And they wither with the wind
And they crumble in your hand.
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