Louis Armstrong There's No You
I feel the autumn breeze; it steals 'cross my pillow
As soft as the will-o'-the-wisp
And in it's song there is sadness
Because there's no you
The lonely autumn trees are softly they are sighing
For summer is dying
They know that in my heart there's not gladness
Because there's no you
The park that we walk in, the garden we talk in
How lonesome they seemed in the fall
The stormy clouds hover and falling leaves cover
Our favorite nook in the wall
In spring we'll meet again, we'll kiss and recapture
The summertime's rapture, we knew
And from that day nevermore will I say
There's no you