Autumn In Our Town

The village green is golden now,

Autumn leaves flame and flutter down;

October days in golden haze

Drift through our New England town.

Another Autumn, you and I

Christened with love each golden scene,

And our desire was Autumn fire,

As we walked through the village green.

Blow wind, seel where the embers lie;

Go wind, love wasn't meant to die!

Oh falling leaf, oh flaming tree,

Our lovers' dreams are tumbling down;

Come back my love, come back to me,

It's golden Autumn in our town!