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.