Autumn in Our Town

The village green is golden now,
Autumn leaves flame and flutter down;
October days in golden haze
Drift through our New England town.

Another Autumn, you and I
Christened with love each golden scene,
And our desire was Autumn fire,
As we walked through the village green.

Blow wind, seel where the embers lie;
Go wind, love wasn't meant to die!

Oh falling leaf, oh flaming tree,
Our lovers' dreams are tumbling down;
Come back my love, come back to me,
It's golden Autumn in our town!