اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
When all the leaves
Are turning brown
I know I'll see
Them hit the ground
And apricots
The apple trees
The peaches fruit
For me and you
When shorter days
Pull light from me
I hope you feel
A certain way
Lightness
Lightness
We'll see you there
At the orchard fair
The october skies
The open eyes
Will you hold my hand?
As we walk from here
For the wind is cold
And winter's near
When shorter days
Pull the light away
I'll always feel
A certain way
Lightness
Lightness
Lightness
Lightness
