[00:00.000] 作词 : Johnny Mercer/Jacques Prévert/Joseph Kosma/V. Herbert/Al Dubin
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Johnny Mercer/Jacques Prévert/Joseph Kosma/V. Herbert/Al Dubin
[00:23.850]The autumn leaves
[00:28.860]Drift by the window
[00:33.290]The autumn leaves
[00:37.770]Of red and gold
[00:41.860]I see your lips
[00:46.370]The summer kisses
[00:51.210]The sunburned hands
[00:54.960]I used to hold
[00:59.820]Since you went away
[01:04.210]The days grow long
[01:09.000]And soon I'll hear
[01:11.970]Old winter's song
[01:18.100]But I miss you most of all
[01:22.300]My darling
[01:26.700]When autumn leaves
[01:31.490]Start to fall
[01:37.170]Summer you old Indian Summer
[01:48.220]You're the tear that comes after June-time's laughter
[01:58.230]You see so many dreams that don't come true
[02:06.950]Dreams we fashioned when Summertime was new
[02:16.070]You are here to watch over
[02:21.880]Some heart that is broken by a word that somebody left unspoken
[02:35.710]You're the ghost of a romance in June going astray
[02:41.420]Fading too soon that's why I say
[02:47.410]"Farewell to you Indian Summer"
[03:40.140]The days grow long
[03:45.080]And soon I'll hear
[03:48.200]Old winter's song
[03:53.510]But I’ll miss you most of all
[03:59.240]My darling
[04:05.410]When autumn leaves
[04:09.200]Start to fall

作词 : Johnny Mercer/Jacques Prévert/Joseph Kosma/V. Herbert/Al Dubin
作曲 : Johnny Mercer/Jacques Prévert/Joseph Kosma/V. Herbert/Al Dubin
The autumn leaves
Drift by the window
The autumn leaves
Of red and gold
I see your lips
The summer kisses
The sunburned 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 darling
When autumn leaves
Start to fall
Summer you old Indian Summer
You're the tear that comes after June-time's laughter
You see so many dreams that don't come true
Dreams we fashioned when Summertime was new
You are here to watch over
Some heart that is broken by a word that somebody left unspoken
You're the ghost of a romance in June going astray
Fading too soon that's why I say
"Farewell to you Indian Summer"
The days grow long
And soon I'll hear
Old winter's song
But I’ll miss you most of all
My darling
When autumn leaves
Start to fall