[1] I was twenty-one [2m] years when I wrote this [1] song
I'm twenty-two now but I [4] won't be for [1] long
[4] Time hurries [5] on
And the [1] leaves [^b7] that are [4] green [5] turn to [1] brown

I threw a pebble in a brook
And watched the ripples run away
But they never made a sound
And the leaves that are green turn to brown

And they [6m] wither with the wind
And they [4] crumble in your [5] hand

Once my heart was filled with the love of a girl
I held her close but she faded in the night
Like a poem I meant to write
And the leaves that are green turn to brown