Autumn came on a breath of wind,
Calling me here like an old friend.
The leaves turned yellow, green, and red,
A beautiful, colorful blend.
The air very soon got colder,
And my spirit grew much bolder.
Sweet sugar-plums danced in my head.
And I soon felt much, much older.
We piled leaves from the meadow
And didn’t let our parents know.
Your eyes gleamed with such pure delight
That I could not make myself go.
From then on when sweet Autumn came,
I thought of our old childish games.
Since Autumn you’ve not left my sight;
For my stolen heart you’ll take the blame.