Leaves That Are Green Simon & Garfunkel I was twenty-one years when I wrot[Em]e this son[A7]g,[D] I'm twenty-two now, but I w[G]on't [C]be for lo[D]ng, Time hurries [A7]on, And the le[D]aves t[C]hat are [G]gr[Em7]een t[A7]urn to br[D]own. And they w[Bm]ither with the wind, And they c[Em7]rumble in your hand. [D]Once my heart was f[Em]illed with[A7] the love of a [D]girl, I held her close, but she f[G]aded [C]in the ni[D]ght, Like a poem I meant to w[A7]rite, And the le[D]aves t[C]hat ar (azchords.com)