Seems the birds have flown and the leaves are brown And my world is turning gray Will my aching heart ever sing again? Always wanting yesterday All I gotta do is close my eyes All I gotta do is want your touch Only in a dream can I pretend That our leaves are green again As the years go by we are satisfied With the embers of our life as the pieces fall Sweet old memories call And the angels smile on us And all we gotta do is close our eyes All we gotta do is want to touch We can share the dream and both pretend That our leaves are green again And all we gotta do is close our eyes All we gotta do is want to touch We can share the dream and both pretend That our leaves are green again And all we gotta do is close our eyes All we gotta do is want to touch We can share the dream and both pretend That our leaves are green again Comes the last page where the story ends And our leaves are green again