There's something in
autumn's misty dawn,
in each leaf painted with dew,
that takes me back
to the wonderful memories
of the time
I spent with you.
There's magic above
the purple ridge,
and wealth in the
leaves of gold,
that reminds me
of a fairy tale
that's begging to be told.
All along Autumn's dusky trail
where scarlet unfurls
in a sky of blue,
I think of
the wonderful days ahead
that I'll spend with you.