'Tis autumn. Gloomy are the skies,
And drear the rain drops pattering;
But when I look in your dear eyes
I dream 'tis spring.
'Tis autumn. Damp and chill the air,
And sharp and keen the north wind's sting;
But gazing in your face so fair
It seems 'tis spring.
'Tis autumn and the birds have flown,
No more with song the woodlands ring;
But when you speak your soft, sweet tone
Recalls the spring.
'Tis autumn, yet with all its gloom,
If to my heart it could but bring
Your love, hope's fragile flower would bloom,
And life be spring.
