Autumn
A wond'rous season full of bright leaves
Before winter arrives, the season of thieves
But what does thee think of this splendid season?
We shall wait and see till the end of this season
Windy days and cold nights,
A mixture of splendid sights
And what does thee think of this splendid season?
We shall wait and see till the end of this season
Days short while nights are long,
This is my ballad, my song
About autumn, a time to let yourself be free
This is autumn, this is he
So brace yourself for this season we love,
As graceful and charming as a dove
So what does thee think of this splendid season?
Thee thinks this season is a wond'rous season
