Frank Sinatra (Where Are You?; 1957; Joseph Kosma, Johnny Mercer; AGP)
The falling 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...