The leaves are falling
On your grave.
And I’m not there today
To say goodbye.
Instead, I’ll buy
Two drinks, one for you
Instead, I’ll raise my glass
and cry.
Instead, I’ll visit that wall
Next summer
And cry.
Poetry is Good for America
The leaves are falling
On your grave.
And I’m not there today
To say goodbye.
Instead, I’ll buy
Two drinks, one for you
Instead, I’ll raise my glass
and cry.
Instead, I’ll visit that wall
Next summer
And cry.