The village green is golden now
Autumn leaves flame and flutter down;
October days in golden haze
Drift through our New England town
Another Autumn, you and I
Christened with love each golden scene
And our desire was Autumn fire
As we walked through the village green
Blow wind, seel where the embers lie;
Go wind, love wasn't meant to die!
Oh falling leaf, oh flaming tree
Our lovers' dreams are tumbling down;
Come back my love, come back to me
It's golden Autumn in our town!