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