| Leaves of brown they fall to the ground
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| And it’s here, over there leaves around
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| Shut the door, dim the lights and relax
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| What is more, your desire or the facts
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| Pitter patter the rain falling down
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| Little glamor sun coming round
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| Take a walk when autumn comes to town
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| Little stroll past the house on the hill
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| Some more coal on the fire will do well
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| And in a week or two it’ll be Halloween
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| Set the page and the stage for the scene
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| Little game the children will play
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| And as we watch them while time away
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| Look at me and take my breath away yeah
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| You’ll be smiling eyes beguilding
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| And the song on the breeze
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| Will call my name out and your dream
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| Chestnuts roasting outside as you walk
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| With your love by your side
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| The old accordion man plays mellow and bright
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| And you go home in the crispness of the night
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| Little later friends will be along
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| And if you feel like joining the throng
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| Just might feel like singing Autumn song
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| Just may feel like singing Autumn song
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| You’ll be smiling
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| Eyes beguilding
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| And the song on the breeze
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| Calls my name out in your dream
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| Chestnuts roasting outside
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| As you walk with your love by your side
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| And the old accordion plays mellow and bright
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| And you go home in the crispness of the night |