The last leaf clings to the bough,
Just one leaf, that's all there is now.
And my last hope live with that
Lonely leaf, lonely leaf,
With the last leaf that clings to the bough.
Last summer, beneath this tree,
My love said she'd come back to me.
Before the leaves of autumn
Touched the ground, touched the ground,
My love promised she's be homeward bound.
Then one by one the leaves began to fall,
And now that winter's come to call.
The last leaf clings to the bough,
Just one leaf, that's all there is now.
Will my last hope fall with that
Lonely leaf, lonely leaf?
With the last leaf, the last leaf
With the last leaf that clings to the bough,
Bough, bough, bough...