Simon & Garfunkel - Leaves that are green

I was twenty-one y^Amears when ^D7I wrote this so^Fng, I'm twenty-two now, but I w^Fon't ^Fbe for lo^Fng, Time hurries ^D7on, And the le^Faves t^Fhat are ^Fgr^Am7een t^D7urn to br^Fown. And they w^Emither with the wind, And they c^Am7rumble in your hand. ^FOnce my heart was f^Amilled with^D7 the love of a ^Fgirl, I held her close, but she f^Faded ^Fin the ni^Fght, Like a poem I meant to w^D7rite, And the le^Faves t^Fhat are ^Fgr^Am7een t^D7urn to br^Fown, And they wi^Emther with the wind, And they cr^Am7umble in your hand. I th^Frew a p^Amebble ^D7in a b^Frook, And watched the ripples r^Fun ^Faw^Fay, And they n^Fever made a s^D7ound, And the lea^Fves th^Fat are g^Fre^Am7en tu^D7rned to b^Frown, And they wi^Emther with the wind, And they cr^Am7umble in your hand. ^FHello, ^Amhello, he^D7llo, h^Fello, Goodb^Fye, goodbye, good^Fbye, g^Foodb^Fye, ^FThat's all there ^D7is, And the lea^Fves th^Fat are g^Fre^Am7en tu^D7rned to b^Frown.