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

 winding country lane, [bad word] brown

 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 [bad word] 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