When an early autumn walks the land and chills the breezeAnd 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,A winding country lane all russet brown,A 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 would come in viewSo 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.