Paolo Nutini - Autumn

^GAutumn ^Cleaves under ^Emfrozen ^Dsouls, ^GHungry ^Chands turning ^Emsoft and ^Dold, ^CMy hero ^Dcried as we stood ^Gout there in the ^Emcold, ^CLike these autumn ^Dleaves I don't have nothing to ^Ghold.

^GHandsome ^Csmile, wearing ^Emhandsome ^Dshoes, ^GToo young to ^Csay, though I ^Emswear he ^Dknew, ^CAnd I hear him ^Dsinging while he ^Gsits there in his c^Emhair, ^CWhile these autumn ^Dleaves float around ever^Gywhere.

^CAnd I look at you, ^Gand I see me, ^AmMaking noise so ^Grestlessly, ^CBut now it's quiet a^Gnd I can hear you saying, ^Am'My little fish don't cry, ^Cmy little fish don't cry.'

^GAutumn ^Cleaves have ^Emfaded ^Dnow, ^GThat smile I ^Clost, well I've ^Emfound some^Dhow, ^CBecause you still ^Dlive on in my ^Gfather's ^Emeyes, ^CThese autumn l^Deaves, a^Gll these autumn l^Ceaves, all th^Gese autumn l^Deaves are yours t^Gonight.