C'mon!
Take my hand,
let’s skip along
To the tune in our hearts
Is it not a gay melody?

Postpone the rest of your day
We'll have the leisure to witness the leaves turn crimson and gold
We'll challenge anyone who dares spoil our revelry
Do indulge me with thoughts from your beautiful mind

Hold my hand, so we don't lose step
Let's breathe in that cold, crisp autumn air
Let's have a tumble in the mounds of fallen leaves
Make a trail of disturbed dirt and pebbles

When it is time for Apollo to pull his carriage high in the sky
We'll watch the pregnant clouds tease us with snow
We'll lay there and reminiscence of seasons past
Seasons swollen with memories
You needn't worry my dear, I'll acquiesce to your affections
Any and all that you shed
Now let's merrily make our way
To the small cafe 'round the corner
For a sip or two of our favorite Earl Grey
Steaming hot!
To soften our numbed faces

Listen to the pigeons coo
Hold my hand a minute more
This day will make us thee connoisseurs of love!