Early Autumn - Stan GetzWhen an early autumn walks the landAnd chills the breezeAnd touches with her hand the summer treesPerhaps you'll understandWhat memories I ownOhThere's a dance pavilionIn the rain all shuttered downThe winding country lane all russet brownA frosty window paneShows me a town grown lonely lonelyWuWuAhAhDarling if you care please let me knowI'll meet you anywhereWu