Early Autumn

When an early autumn walks the land and chills the breeze And touches with her hand the summer trees Perhaps you'll understand what memories I own There's a dance pavilion, all shuttered down A winding country lane, all russet brown A frosty windowpane 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 could come in view So 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 --- Early Autumn - Anita O'Day and Marty Paich