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
