Copyright, 1880, by E. H. Harding.
Written and sung by Bobby Newcomb.
'Twas Autumn, and the leaves were falling,
Down the old lane I was straying,
The birds in glee were gladly calling,
As the sun with purple tinged the woody dell.
In fancy free my heart was bounding,
While I wandered and I pondered,
An old song broke upon the stilly air,
Twas a sweet voice that I remember well.
Palling leaves in music gently rustling,
While the breeze brings cadeuce to the ear;
Sweet perfume from flower and tree are blending.
While feathered songsters warble their notes soft and free.
The song so sweet I gently answered,
'Twas a love call and I whispered,
The old words, while she gently murmured,
That the faliingdeaves were listening to our lay;
We wandered on in sweet communion,
Vows were plighted, and delighted,
She answered, "yes," and said she would be mine,
And there and then I quickly named the day.-Chorus.
The Autumn passed, and Winter changing,
Ev'ry leaflet still was ling ring.
Near the old lane clad in white surroundings,
And falling snow instead of leaves I find.
But love, like Summer sun ne'er changing,
And a sweet face gently smiling,
Recalls fond mem'ries ever dear to me.
For she is gentle, loving and kind. - Chorus.