Afgelopen zaterdag tussen het RR-en door even lekker een wandeling in het bos bij Spanders Woud (Hilversum). Ik kwam er enkele paddestoelen delen wat een herfstplaatje opleverde. Onderstaand nummer is onder meer uitgebracht door Frank Sinatra en Tony Bennett

The autumn leaves
Drift by the window
The autumn leaves
Of red and gold
I see your lips
The summer kisses
The sunburned hands
I used to hold
Since you went away
The days grow long
And soon I'll hear
Old winter's song
But I miss you most of all
My darling
When autumn leaves
Start to fall

Summer, you old Indian Summer
You're the tear that comes after June-time's laughter
You see so many dreams that don't come true
Dreams we fashioned when Summertime was new

You are here to watch over
Some heart that is broken by a word that somebody left unspoken
You're the ghost of a romance in June going astray
Fading too soon, that's why I say
"Farewell to you, Indian Summer"

You are here to watch over
A heart that is broken by a word that somebody left unspoken
You're the ghost of a romance in June going astray
Fading too soon, that's why I say
"Farewell to you, Indian Summer"

The days grow long
And soon I'll hear
Old winter's song
But I’ll miss you most of all
My darling
When autumn leaves
Start to fall