Oh, it's a long, long while from May to December But the days grow short when you reach September When the autumn weather turns the leaves to flame One hasn't got time for the waiting game Oh, the days dwindle down to a precious few September, November

It's good to live it again Autumn in New York, why does it seem so inviting? Autumn in New York, it spells the thrill of first-nighting Glittering crowds and shimmering clouds in canyons of steel They're making me feel I'm home It's autumn in New York