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 again