like the leaves on the trees
long after spring
like flowers past bloom
love doesn't mean a thing
once ripe, it's rotten now
once green, it's dead and brown
and wilted and withered away
frost was right, nothing gold can stay
like babies,like puppies, like kittens
innocent, young, fresh, and new
that's the way i felt
when i was in love with you
but you fell
like the leaves on the tree
long after spring
like flowers past bloom
love, no, does't mean a thing
once ripe, it's rotten now
once green, it's dead and brown
and wilted and whithered away
yeah, he was right, nothing gold can stay
like babies, like puppies, like kittens
innocent, young, fresh, and new
that's the way i felt
when i was in love with you