When An Early Autumn Walks The Land And Chills The Breeze


And Touches With Her Hand The Summer Trees,


Perhaps You'll Understand What Memories I Own.


There's A Dance Pavilion In The Rain All Shuttered Down,


A Winding Country Lane All Russet Brown,


A Frosty Window Pane Shows Me A Town Grown Lonely.


That Spring Of Ours That Started So April-hearted,


Seemed Made For Just A Boy And Girl.


I Never Dreamed, Did You, Any Fall Would Come In View


So Early, Early.


Darling If You Care, Please, Let Me Know,


I'll Meet You Anywhere, I Miss You So.


Let's Never Have To Share Another Early Autumn.