Autumn, the wind blows colder than summer...
Autumn, my love's gone with another...
I can't demand anything of myself now...
So I guess I'll stay here in New England, for Autumn.
Buildings look tall and gray...
Birds flying, haven't much to say...
They all know that it's coming again...
So I guess they'll stay here in New England, for Autumn, Autumn...
Have you ever loved something, that you thought you knew?
Have you ever lost someone, who was close to you?
Well I lost my lover...
And my summer too...
To Autumn, the wind blows colder than summer...
Autumn, my love's gone with another...
I can't demand anything of myself now...
So I guess I'll stay here in New England, For Autumn, Autumn...
AUTUMN...
