Autumn in New YorkWhy does it seem so inviting? Autumn in New YorkIt spells the thrill of first-knighting Glimmering crowds And shimmering clouds In canyons of steel They're making me feel, I'm homeIt's autumn in New YorkThat brings the promise of new love Autumn in New YorkIs often mingled with pain Dreamers with empty hands They sigh for exotic lands It's autumn in New YorkIt's good to live it again Autumn in New YorkYou'll need no castles in SpainLovers that bless the dark On benches in Central Park Greet autumn in New YorkIt's good to live it again In New York
Autumn in New YorkWhy does it seem so inviting? Autumn in New YorkIt spells the thrill of first-knighting Glimmering crowds And shimmering clouds In canyons of steel They're making me feel, I'm homeIt's autumn in New YorkThat brings the promise of new love Autumn in New YorkIs often mingled with pain Dreamers with empty hands They sigh for exotic lands It's autumn in New YorkIt's good to live it again Autumn in New YorkYou'll need no castles in SpainLovers that bless the dark On benches in Central Park Greet autumn in New YorkIt's good to live it again In New York
