How Like The Fall
To Be Gone In A Day
Just As The Leaves Had Turned Gold
I Was Drawn To A Sound
That The Wind Carried Down
From An Open Window Pane
And Oh, How Like A Song
Or A Sad Melody
To Linger Long After The End
And The Harmony Rings
With The Promise Of Spring
On A Brooklyn Street

How Like The Fall To Be Gone In A Day
Just As The Trees Had Turned Gold
I Was Drawn To This Sound
That Some Fingers Had Found
But Now The Winter Seems To Stay Too Long
How Like A Song
Or A Sad Melody
To Linger Long After It's Gone
Though The Window Is Closed
And The Questions It Posed
On A Brooklyn Street

How Like The Spring
To Return In A Day
When Everything Seems To Be New
But Here's Someone Who's Hoping
The Window Is Open
On That Brooklyn Street Again
And Oh, How Like A Song
Or A Sweet Melody
To Linger Long After It's Gone
Let The Harmony Ring
With The Promise Of Spring
On A Brooklyn Street