Autumn Leaves
(french lyrics by jacques prvert,
English lyrics by johnny mercer,
Music by joseph kosma)
The falling leaves drift by the window
The autumn leaves of red and gold
I see your lips, the summer kisses
The sun-burned hands I used to hold
Since you went away the days grow long
And soon Ill hear old winters song
But I miss you most of all my darling
When autumn leaves start to fall
Cest une chanson, qui nous ressemble
Toi tu maimais et je taimais
Nous vivions tous, les deux ensemble
Toi que maimais moi qui taimais
Mais la vie spare ceux qui saiment
Tout doucement sans faire de bruit
Et la mer efface sur le sable les pas des amants dsunis
song performed by by Nat King Cole
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Autumn Leaves
The falling leaves.... pass by my window
The autumn leaves...of red and gold
I see your lips...your summer kisses
The sunburned hands...I used to know
Ummm...since you went away
The days grow long
And soon I'll hear old winter's song
Ooooh, but I'll miss you most of all
My darling.... when autumn leaves...
start to fall
Ooooh...... I said I miss you most of all
My darling....when autumn leaves
start to fall............
song performed by by Tom Jones
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That Year's Autumn Leaves
Darling, do you remember that year’s autumn leaves?
Perhaps it was your aura, but they were the prettiest and keenest I’ve ever seen
Strolling through the park, hand in hand, the foliage crunched lightly under our feet
Such a simple, yet transcendent, treat
That year’s autumn leaves were red and gold
Thinking of them now strikes a pleasant, if somewhat melancholic, chord
The days you walked with me like the Lord
And you were
That year’s autumn leaves and you
Contentedness shared by us two
Harmonic Convergence bestowed on the lucky few
Peace of mind that I knew
Nat King Cole said it best: “Since you went away the days grow long…”
This is evidenced by many of my poems and songs
Many people, sometimes myself, think I should stop, that it’s wrong
The creative outlet, however, is too strong
That year’s autumn leaves were actually summer daze
I just love the original song, and now this unique turn of phrase
Both recall an almost alien phase
Mr. Mercer, I give you all the praise
That year’s autumn leaves were you
They may not have existed, but it’s a metaphor any romantic would die for
I would
Would you?
That year’s autumn leaves were the best autumn has ever produced
At least until we walk in the park in the fall again…or whenever you choose
poem by Yoni Assis
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Les amours terrestres
Nos yeux se sont croisés et nous nous sommes plu.
Née au siècle où je vis et passant où je passe,
Dans le double infini du temps et de l'espace
Tu ne me cherchais point, tu ne m'as point élu ;
Moi, pour te joindre ici le jour qu'il a fallu,
Dans le monde éternel je n'avais point ta trace,
J'ignorais ta naissance et le lieu de ta race :
Le sort a donc tout fait, nous n'avons rien voulu.
Les terrestres amours ne sont qu'une aventure :
Ton époux à venir et ma femme future
Soupirent vainement, et nous pleurons loin d'eux :
C'est lui que tu pressens en moi, qui lui ressemble,
Ce qui m'attire en toi, c'est elle, et tous les deux
Nous croyons nous aimer en les cherchant ensemble.
poem by Rene Francois Armand Prudhomme
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Asseyons-nous tous deux près du chemin
Asseyons-nous tous deux près du chemin,
Sur le vieux banc rongé de moisissures,
Et que je laisse, entre tes deux mains sûres,
Longtemps s'abandonner ma main.
Avec ma main qui longtemps s'abandonne
A la douceur de se sentir sur tes genoux,
Mon coeur aussi, mon coeur fervent et doux
Semble se reposer, entre tes deux mains bonnes.
Et c'est la joie intense et c'est l'amour profond
Que nous goûtons à nous sentir si bien ensemble,
Sans qu'un seul mot trop fort sur nos lèvres ne tremble,
Ni même qu'un baiser n'aille brûler ton front.
Et nous prolongerions l'ardeur de ce silence
Et l'immobilité de nos muets désirs,
N'était que tout à coup à les sentir frémir
Je n'étreigne, sans le vouloir, tes mains qui pensent ;
Tes mains, où mon bonheur entier reste celé
Et qui jamais, pour rien au monde,
N'attenteraient à ces choses profondes
Dont nous vivons, sans en devoir parler.
poem by Emile Verhaeren
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George Edmunds' Song
Autumn leaves, autumn leaves, lie strewn around he here;
Autumn leaves, autumn leaves, how sad, how cold, how drear!
How like the hopes of childhood's day,
Thick clust'ring on the bough!
How like those hopes in their decay-
How faded are they now!
Autumn leaves, autumn leaves, lie strewn around me here;
Autumn leaves, autumn leaves, how sad, how cold, how drear!
Wither'd leaves, wither'd leaves, that fly before the gale:
Withered leaves, withered leaves, ye tell a mournful tale,
Of love once true, and friends once kind,
And happy moments fled:
Dispersed by every breath of wind,
Forgotten, changed, or dead!
Autumn leaves, autumn leaves, lie strewn around me here!
Autumn leaves, autumn leaves, how sad, how cold, how drear!
poem by Charles Dickens
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Aux Feuillantines
Mes deux frères et moi, nous étions tout enfants.
Notre mère disait: jouez, mais je défends
Qu'on marche dans les fleurs et qu'on monte aux échelles.
Abel était l'aîné, j'étais le plus petit.
Nous mangions notre pain de si bon appétit,
Que les femmes riaient quand nous passions près d'elles.
Nous montions pour jouer au grenier du couvent.
Et là, tout en jouant, nous regardions souvent
Sur le haut d'une armoire un livre inaccessible.
Nous grimpâmes un jour jusqu'à ce livre noir ;
Je ne sais pas comment nous fimes pour l'avoir,
Mais je me souviens bien que c'était une Bible.
Ce vieux livre sentait une odeur d'encensoir.
Nous allâmes ravis dans un coin nous asseoir.
Des estampes partout ! quel bonheur ! quel délire!
Nous l'ouvrîmes alors tout grand sur nos genoux,
Et dès le premier mot il nous parut si doux
Qu'oubliant de jouer, nous nous mîmes à lire.
Nous lûmes tous les trois ainsi, tout le matin,
Joseph, Ruth et Booz, le bon Samaritain,
Et, toujours plus charmés, le soir nous le relûmes.
Tels des enfants, s'ils ont pris un oiseau des cieux,
S'appellent en riant et s'étonnent, joyeux,
De sentir dans leur main la douceur de ses plumes.
poem by Victor Hugo
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Autumn Falling Leaves
When all have been and gone away,
Like leaves from green to amber orange,
Falling down and to decay,
Is the time for all in nature to fall,
And the leaves on the trees show it all,
Autumn and its falls of fall,
Where all the branches have dropped their leaves,
All have gone except the evergreens,
Showing signs to us that live among,
Four seasons weather,
Where Autumn is,
Just like in life,
When full circle of life is known,
A start in spring where buds appear,
Then in summer full bloom trees will be,
Hence, fall shows all,
When nature falls,
Begining another season,
Winter and chill tempetures,
Where nature decays,
And leaves do fall,
To generate again,
Renewing its life,
Come spring again,
Untill then,
Autumn sheads its leaves of blossom and blooms,
And soon again autumn begins,
From new to old,
And then old to new,
Buds in spring and leaves of green,
Showing birth from what did decayed,
And brought forth from,
What was bear on the trees,
From where beneath was where once,
Those Autumn falling leaves.
poem by Ellen Ni Bheachain
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Summer Love
Bill dees
Autumn leaves, when they fall
Whisper to the wind, ringing out, telling all
Of the summers end.
Now youre gone far away, how I long to hear you say
I love you.
Whirling leaves, swirling leaves tell me Im alone
Wishing you were here with me longing for you home.
Winter nights are lonely nights how I long to hold you tight
I miss you.
A gentle breeze in the trees will tell me spring is here
And I feel anxiety knowing youll be near.
Summer nights, Ill hold you tight
Under the moon above youll be my summer love.
When summers here and you are near every day Ill pray
Autumn leaves will never come and with me youll stay
You will mean more to me, yes, youll be
More than just a summer love
song performed by by Roy Orbison
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Nous Vivons Ensemble
Weve got to stay together
Weve got to find each other now
That is how we can learn all about the other mans song
On the plains of abraham
When they sent the lamb to die
You and I were asleep in the rock of ages
Remember the unborn children still to come
If you need me and I need you
Theres nothin else needs sayin
Understand it
Im not too deaf to hear the song youre playin
Nous vivons ensemble
Nous nous connaissons maintenant
Voici comment nous pouvons decouvrir une autre humanite
Sur les plaines dabraham
Lors du dernier sacrifice
Toi et moi nous dormions tres loin dans le temp
Souviens toi des enfants qui attendent encore
Si tu me veux je serai la cest tout ce que jai a dire
Car comprend moi
Je ne suis pas sourd a la musique que tu joues
song performed by by Gordon Lightfoot
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Autumn
(10/13/11)
The autumn leaves falling on the ground
The autumn leaves of yellow, orange and brown
The trees like a rainbow of colors
Such as this there is no other.
My friends would climb up the smallest trees
And shake the leaves down to me.
then the leaves are raked up and placed in a large pile
Children diving in and laughing all the while.
The crispy crunch that you hear
Sends the chills through your ears.
The autumn leaves reminding us
That Halloween was very near
Where we could dress up and create some fear.
But for now we would have our fun
Chasing each other with our water guns
Diving into leaves of gold and brown
Hoping that we wouldn’t be found.
The park keeper was as happy as can be
From raking the leaves he was free.
He would pick them up and putting
Them into the metal cans- and the smell
Of burning leaves would fill the air
Letting people know that autumn was here.
(memories are made of this- like the song)
poem by Louis Rams
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Comme à d'autres, l'heure et l'humeur
Comme à d'autres, l'heure et l'humeur :
L'heure morose ou l'humeur malévole
Nous ont, de leurs sceaux noirs, marqué le coeur,
Mais, néanmoins, jamais,
Même les soirs des jours mauvais
Nos coeurs ne se sont dit les fatales paroles.
La sincérité claire, ardente, illuminée,
Nous fut joie et conseil,
Si bien que notre âme passionnée
Toujours s'y retrempa, comme en un flux vermeil.
Et nous nous sommes dit nos plus pauvres misères,
Les égrenant comme un âpre rosaire,
L'un devant l'autre, en sanglotant d'amour ;
Et doucement et tour à tour
Sur nos lèvres qui les disaient d'une voix haute
Nos deux bouches, à chaque aveu, baisaient nos fautes.
Ainsi,
Très simplement, sans lâcheté ni sans blasphème,
Nous nous sommes sauvés du monde et de nous-mêmes,
Nous épargnant des deuils et les rongeants soucis,
Et regardant notre âme renaître,
Comme renaît après la pluie,
Quand le soleil la chauffe et doucement l'essuie,
La pureté de verre et d'or d'une fenêtre.
poem by Emile Verhaeren
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Autumn Fair
You long to see bright Autumn days,
With colorful leaves on yonder trees
In tones of yellow, orange and red
Before Nature's annual freeze.
The colors will burst in every direction,
The tree boughs no longer are green,
Nuts dropping to the leaf strewn ground
Where large, orange pumpkins now are seen.
You long want to see the hues of an Autumn Fair
And the bright sun rising above the distant hill.
You long feel the coolness on your cheeks,
to hear the wind's steady shrill.
Autumn waves her magic wand,
The aroma of leaves you will consume,
The enchanting days of summer are gone,
The land is overwhelmed by Nature's perfume.
There are memories of other Autumn days
That your heart will recall as you ponder,
The gigantic trees and the dropping leaves
As they gave you a special moment of wonder.
But now - you sit before a window
Watching the soft and steady precipitation,
Far from the picturesque Autumn days -
Snow accumulating without any hesitation.
poem by Joseph T. Renaldi
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Lamour Deux
Jte suis des yeux
Cest un jeu
Et quand a tourne
Tragique
Jeux dangereux
Lenjeu
Est-ce le faux au secours
Panique
Lamour ça sfait
A deux
Bien fait cest du feu
De dieu
Mais quas tu fait
De moi
Je nsais pas
Lamour deux
Cest quand tu veux
Tu nes pas de
De ceux
Que lon dtourne
Lenjeu
Est-ce le faux au scours
Panique
Lamour ça sfait
A deux
Bien fait cest du feu
De dieu
Mais quas tu fait
De moi
Je nsais pas
Lamour deux
Cest quand tu veux
Sois affectueux
Tu peux
Il ny a que
Lphysique
Sinn adieux
Nous deux
Surtout pas de
Panique
Sois chaleureux
Je veux
Tu es par trop
Cynique
Mais quas tu fait
De moi
Je nsais pas
Lamour deux
Cest quand tu veux
song performed by by Vanessa Paradis
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Farewell To Summer
It has begun: a few leaves are falling;
Autumn has started its gentle calling.
Summer is slowly coming to an end;
Now autumn wants to be our friend.
During autumn, we may feel a little cold,
But, in return, we've been promised gold.
Golden leaves will be found all around:
Up in the trees, and down on the ground.
Leaves of yellow, brown, orange, and fiery red,
Will form a coloured carpet to soften our tread.
We'll be presented with a whole wealth of riches,
As, from summer to autumn, the season switches.
The tall, towering trees will be set ablaze,
As traces of summer are slowly erased.
Sorely missed will be summer's long days;
Sorely missed will be summer's warm rays.
But time moves on, and the summer must go;
No doubt we'll be dazzled by autumn's show.
Autumn prefers to paint us a different scene;
It likes to wipe summer's colour palette clean.
Some say farewell to summer with a sad tear,
But, others much prefer this time of the year.
Chill September mornings may be here again,
But our memories of this summer will remain.
poem by Angela Wybrow
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Le printemps jeune et bénévole
Le printemps jeune et bénévole
Qui vêt le jardin de beauté
Elucide nos voix et nos paroles
Et les trempe dans sa limpidité.
La brise et les lèvres des feuilles
Babillent, et lentement effeuillent
En nous les syllabes de leur clarté.
Mais le meilleur de nous se gare
Et fuit les mots matériels ;
Un simple et doux élan muet
Mieux que tout verbe amarre
Notre bonheur à son vrai ciel :
Celui de ton âme, à deux genoux,
Tout simplement, devant la mienne,
Et de mon âme, à deux genoux,
Très doucement, devant la tienne.
poem by Emile Verhaeren
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Autumn Leaf Fall
Colourful leaves fall through the air,
Red, orange and yellow.
The ones on the ground start to rot,
Black, brown and purple.
Some get caught in the winter bared trees,
Gold, green and silver.
Leaves of the autumn,
The autumn rainbow,
These are the colours of the autumn leaf fall.
poem by Thistle Wargul
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Lt? Est Fini
(westlake / springfield / salver)
French version of summer is over
Le soir qui descend doucement
Les fleurs qui se fanent lentement
Et tous ces bateaux
Qui ne vont plus sur leau
Tout me dit que lt? est fini
The evening is gently falling
The flowers are slowly fading
The boats are all moored to shore
Everything tells me that summer is over
Le ciel qui soudain devient gris
L? bas, les nuages et la pluie
Les feuilles qui sont mortes
Et que le vent emporte
Tout me dit que lt? est fini
The sky is suddenly turning grey
Above, the clouds and the rain
The leaves are falling
And are carried away by the wind
Everything tells me that the summer is over
Oh, plus une toile au loin me scintille
La lune inutile et ple
Lespoir mabandonne
Il ny a plus personne
Puis, dj? cest lautomne
Oh, another star twinkles from afar
The moon is weak and pale
There is hope no more
Theres no one there
And then its already autumn
L? bas, les oiseaux sont partis
Lamour que javais sest enfuit
Les larmes dans les yeux
Je lui ai dit adieu
Cest ainsi que lt? a fini
Above, the birds have flown away
The love that I had has gone
With tears in my eyes
I said goodbye to him
Thats how summer ended
Oh, plus une toile au loin me scintille
La lune inutile et ple
Lespoir mabandonne
Il ny a plus personne
Puis, dj? cest lautomne
Oh, another star twinkles from afar
The moon is weak and pale
There is hope no more
Theres no one there
And then its already autumn
L? bas, les oiseaux sont partis
Lamour que javais sest enfuit
Les larmes dans les yeux
Je lui ai dit adieu
Cest ainsi que lt? a fini
Cest ainsi que lt? a fini
Above, the birds have flown away
The love that I had has gone
With tears in my eyes
I said goodbye to him
Thats how summer ended
Thats how summer ended
Cest ainsi que lt? a fini
Thats how summer ended
song performed by by Dusty Springfield
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Once Upon An Autumn Day
Once Upon an autumn day,
Colorful leaves began to fade
In the midst of a chilly, frosty air
As multitude of trees grew steadily bare.
Once upon an autumn day,
The whispering breeze was here to stay
Moving aimlessly through the countless trees
Scattering leaves with the greatest of ease.
Once upon an autumn day,
The leaves whirled freely in every way,
Until at last they came to rest
Finding a haven in which to nest.
Once upon an autumn day,
The trees were dormant, and the leaves lay
Waiting for the winter snow to fall
To quickly obscure them one and all.
poem by Joseph T. Renaldi
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Last Days of Summer
Whatever the way the summer days end,
In the type of summer is how it has been,
Whether a good one or bad one,
The last days of summer,
Can be sad or happy endings,
As each season ends,
With another one beginning,
The summer could have been,
Miserable yet,
Sun scorching us everyday,
And sunlight shining on all our faces,
It is how it is,
Out there where all is seen,
In,
Summer days of fun,
Summer days of love,
Summer days of seeing,
Summer days of been,
Out and about where summer is,
And when summer came and went?
With a mundane feeling that it left?
Was the last days of summer,
And the begining of another,
Autumn as we know it,
Fall in other places,
Where the ending of one season shows,
By the decaying of it,
When Autumn Fall shows,
Where we will wrap up and snuggle,
With warm cuppas drinks,
With a book,
Or,
Catch up on watching films,
Yet,
Still,
Musing over the summer days,
Of sunshine memories,
Now,
Warm hats and gloves,
With rustle leaves,
That rustle beneath,
Our feet as we walk,
Through the park,
And see,
The summer leaves turn,
To autumn shades,
Taking in,
The last days of summer,
Reflecting,
And remember,
The falls of Autumn's,
Is the signs of summer,
That has ended,
And minglings with,
All that falls,
From the summer ending,
To autumn beginnings,
Is the,
Decaying,
Of summer,
To regrow itself,
For next season's of summer,
When it begins again,
Yet,
In between,
There's,
Autumn,
Winter,
Spring,
Till,
Again,
Last days of summer,
And all in bloom again.
poem by Ellen Ni Bheachain
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Autumn Came
By ripping cheeks,
with cold breeze,
with twitter of sparrows,
Autumn came!
Autumn came to cover
shivering earth
with colorful leaves carpet!
Autumn floats like
sun's epitaph
Autumn echoed like
farewell song of birds
in the evening!
Autumn touches the
breath of last leaves
on the verge of falling
with warmth!
Autumn challenges the
confidence of the tree
who hides buds in the heart
poem by Mula Veereswara Rao
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