Autumn In New York

It’s time to end my 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 promise 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 run down
Jaded roués
And gay divorcées
Who lunch at the Ritz
Will tell you that it’s
Divine
It’s autumn in New York
Transforms the slums into Mayfair
Autumn in New York
You’ll need no castle in Spain
Lovers that bless the dark
On benches in Central Park
Greet autumn in New York;
It’s good to live it again