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 in the rain all shuttered down,
a winding country lane all russet brown,
a frosty window pane 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 would 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

- Johnny Mercer