AUTUMNAutumn, the wind blows colder than summer…..Autumn, my love’s gone with another…..I can’t demand anything of myself now…..So I guess I’ll stay here in New England, for Autumn.Buildings look tall and gray…..Birds flying, haven’t much to say…..They all know that it’s coming again…..So I guess they’ll stay here in New England, for Autumn, Autumn…..Have you ever loved something, that you thought you knew?Have you ever lost someone, who was close to you?Well I lost my lover….. and my summer too…..To Autumn, the wind blows colder than summer…..Autumn, my love’s gone with another…..I can’t demand anything of myself now…..So I guess I’ll stay here in New England, For Autumn, Autumn…..AUTUMN……….