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.