Autumn in New York. Why does it seem so inviting?. Autumn in New York. It spells the thrill of first-nighting Glimmering crowds. And shimmering clouds. In canyons of steel. They're making me
sea. To her garden came They met 'neath the cherry blossoms everyday. And he taught her how to love the American way. To love with her soul, 'twas easy to learn. Then he sailed away with a promise