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These paths that I walk upon
Remind me of the cobblestone roads
Of Church Street
That my feet have never touched
This glass of brandy I hold
In the midnight hour
Reminds me of another that I held beside a fire
That grew cold when I hurt you
(Refrain)
And now these maple leaves are fallin’
Outside my window
Deep reds, oranges, mauves, and ambers…
Fall from lonesome cypress trees
That exist in my memory
Where you and I once sat in your driveway
And witnessed our first autumn in February
These dreams that I dream
Remind me that I am still naïve
Still a child in many ways
Unaware that dreams seldom come true
This guitar that I’m singin’ on
Reminds me of the one you gave me
That had too much meaning for me
To play on
(Refrain)
Oh, these maple leaves are falling
Outside my window
Deep reds, oranges, mauves, and ambers…
Fall from lonesome cypress trees
That exist in my memory
Where you and I once sat in your driveway
And witnessed our last autumn in February