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 promise of new love.
Autumn in New York is often mingled with pain.
Dreamers with empty hands may sigh for forgotten lands;
It’s autumn in New York, it’s good to live it again.

Autumn in New York, the gleaming rooftops at sun down.
Autumn in New York, it lifts you up when you’re run down.
Jaded roués and gay divorcées who lunch at the Ritz
Will tell you that 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.