I was twenty-one years when I wrote this song 
I'm twenty-two now but I won't be for long 
Time hurries on 
And the Leaves That Are Green turn to brown 
And they wither with the wind 
And they crumble in your hand 

Once my heart was filled with the love of a girl 
I held her close, but she faded in the night 
Like a poem I meant to write 
And the Leaves That Are Green turn to brown 
And they wither with the wind 
And they crumble in your hand 

I threw a pebble in a brook 
And watched the ripples run away 
And they never made a sound 
And the Leaves That Are Green turned to brown 
And they wither with the wind 
And they crumble in your hand 

Hello, hello, hello, hello 
Good-bye, good-bye, good-bye, good-bye 
That's all there is 
And the Leaves That Are Green turned to brown