Early autumn de Billy Eckstine

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