It's time to end my lonely holiday
And bid the country a hasty farewell.
So on this gray and melancholy day
I'll move to a Manhattan hotel.
I'll dispose of my rose-colored chattels
And prepare for my share of adventures and battles.
Here on the twenty-seventh floor,
Looking down on the city I hate
and adore!
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,
That brings the promis of new love;
Autumn in New York
Is often mingled with pain.
Dreamers with empty hands
May sigh for exotic lands;
It's Autumn in New York,
It's good to live it again.
Autumn in New York,
The gleaming rooftops at sundown.
Autumn in New York,
It lifts you up when you're rundown.
Jaded roués and gay divorcées
Who lunch at the Ritz,
Will tell you tha "it's
Divine!"
This Autumn in New York
Transforms the slums into Mayfair;
Autumn in New York,
You'll need no castles in Spain.
Lovers that bless the dark
On benches in Central Park
Greet Autumn in New York;
It's good to live it again.
~~ Vernon Duke, 1935 Cheer up!
Updated On: 8/10/06 at 10:52 PM