Autumn winds are blowing
The leaves of red and gold
That chill is in the air again
Brisk, and sharp, and bold
I never seem to tire
Of this time of year
The leaving of the Summer
With holidays so near!
Soon the ghosts and goblins
Will be knocking at the door
With yelps of "Trick or Treat"...
Like all the years before
Yes, Autumn winds are blowing
The leaves of red and gold
That chill is in the air again
The weather's turning cold!