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