Simon & Garfunkel - Leaves that are green

^DI was twenty-one ^Emyears when ^A7I wrote this ^Dsong I'm twenty-two now but I ^Gwon't ^Cbe for ^Dlong ^GTime hurries ^A7on And the ^Dleaves ^Cthat are ^Ggr^Em7een t^A7urn to ^Dbrown

And they ^Bmwither with the wind And they ^Em7crumble in your ^A7hand

Once my ^Dheart was ^Emfilled with the ^A7love of a ^Dgirl I held her close but she ^Gfaded ^Cin the ^Dnight Like a ^Gpoem I meant to ^A7write And the ^Dleaves ^Cthat are ^Ggr^Em7een ^A7turn to ^Dbrown

And they ^Bmwither with the wind And they ^Em7crumble in your ^A7hand

I ^Dthrew a ^Empebble ^A7in a ^Dbrook And watched the ripples ^Grun ^Caw^Day And they ^Gnever made a ^A7sound And the ^Dleaves ^Cthat are ^Ggr^Em7een ^A7turn to ^Dbrown

And they ^Bmwither with the wind And they ^Em7crumble in your ^A7hand

Hel^Dlo hel^Emlo hel^A7lo hel^Dlo Good-bye good-bye good-^Gbye ^Cgood-^Dbye That's ^Gall there ^A7is And the ^Dleaves ^Cthat are ^Ggr^Em7een ^A7turn to ^Dbrown