susan boyle
autumn leaves
Autumn leaves under frozen soles, Hungry hands turning soft and old, My hero cried as we stood out their in the cold, Like these autumn leaves I don't have nothing to hold.  Handsome smiles wearing handsome shoes, Too young to say, though I swear he knew, And I hear him singing while he sits there in his chair, Now these autumn leaves float around everywhere.  And I look at you, and I see me, Making noise so restlessly, But now it's quiet and I can hear you saying, 'My little fish don't cry, my little fish don't cry.'  Autumn leaves how faded now, That smile that I've lost, well I've found some how, Because you still live on in my father's eyes, These autumn leaves, oh these autumn leaves,  Oh these autumn leaves are yours tonight.