Darling, do you remember that year's autumn leaves? br Perhaps it was your aura, but they were the prettiest and keenest I've ever seen br Strolling through the park, hand in hand, the foliage crunched lightly under our feet br Such a simple, yet transcendent, treat br br That year's autumn leaves were red and gold br Thinking of them now strikes a pleasant, if somewhat melancholic, chord br The days you walked with me like the Lord br And you were br br That year's autumn leaves and you br Contentedness shared by us two br Harmonic Convergence bestowed on the lucky few br Peace of mind that I knew br br Nat King Cole said it best: 'Since you went away the days grow long…' br This is evidenced by many of my poems and songs br Many people, sometimes myself, think I should stop, that it's wrong br The creative outlet, however, is too strong br br That year's autumn leaves were actually summer daze br I just love the original song, and now this unique turn of phrase br Both recall an almost alien phase br Mr.