See the autumn leaves, the falling leaves, come down.
Teardrops of the sighing trees.
May you never, never guess there can be such loneliness.
Here, with empty arms outstretched, I cry.
With empty arms outstretched, I cry.
Thereís a chillness in, a stillness in the air.
Garland of a broken dream.
As the empty branches wait for the springtime buds to break,
Here, with empty arms Iím waiting, too.
With empty arms, Iím waiting, too.
The version you are listening to is a demo by Dave Bourne.
Click here to listen to Bob Nolan's original demo.
For permission to record Bob Nolan's music, contact: The Songwriterís Guild of America