Just six years old and crossing an ocean from a country which had no falling leaves. This might be when he taught me the words.
Today it got windy, the yellow and orange leaves were being pulled from tree branches. They raced in crazy swirling patterns and then clung to the car windows while I drove home. They gathered in messy soggy piles along the sides of the roads as the rain started to pelted down.
The clouds became inky and yet the golden leaves dotted and filled the skies.
And I heard singing. From long ago. No doubt off key as only a child can do happily.
This is the most beautiful version of the song that my Dad and I used to sing together. We did it with Nat King Cole but Eva reaches into your soul, don't you think?