Pining for a love that never was,
I listen to the crooning voices of jazz.
Boy, you made me tumble, you made me fall,
I lay at night dreaming of lips that never met.
Pining for you, I'm sad and lonely,
This are the autumn's blues of such life.
The orange leaves outside fall,
my rain in autumn.
The wind howls through the night,
forlorn whispers of your name.
I'm pining for you,
you who made me tumble, who made me fall,
I'm a leave on the winds of autumn,
Boy, I'm howling for you tonight.
Oct 4, 2015
Oct 4, 2015 at 12:27 AM UTC
Pining for a love that never was,
I listen to the crooning voices of jazz.
Boy, you made me tumble, you made me fall,
I lay at night dreaming of lips that never met.
Pining for you, I'm sad and lonely,
This are the autumn's blues of such life.
The orange leaves outside fall,
my rain in autumn.
The wind howls through the night,
forlorn whispers of your name.
I'm pining for you,
you who made me tumble, who made me fall,
I'm a leave on the winds of autumn,
Boy, I'm howling for you tonight.
