Gold and silver is the autumn 
　　Soft and tender are her skies 
　　Yes and no are the answers 
　　Written in my [bad word] love's eyes 
　　 
　　Autumn's leaving and [bad word] 
　　I think that I'll be moving along 
　　I've got to leave her and find another 
　　I've got to sing my heart's [bad word] song 
　　 
　　Round and round the burning circle 
　　All the seasons: one, two, and three  [bad word] and then the winter 
　　Spring is born and wanders free 
　　 
　　Gold and silver burn my autumns 
　　All too soon they'd fade and die 
　　And then, oh there are no others 
　　Milk and honey were their lies