When Autumn Leaves are Falling.
Copyright, 1893, by Frank Harding.
Words and Music by Arthur West.
Arranged by Stocks Hammond.
When the Autumn sun has left his zenith in the sky,
And the evening shadows come as Winter's drawing nigh,
When the birds begin to rest, and quiet reigns o'er the sea,
That's the time of all the year that is most dear to me.
When Autumn leaves are falling, village bells are calling,
The stars begin to twinkle as the clock is striking eight,
On rustic seat reclining, lovers arms entwining,
Courting in the moonlight by the old toll-gate.
Angels seem to hover round where lovers fondly coo,
Cupid's on his native ground, the world is out of view;
Tell the old, old story when the evening sun is low
And the bells are ringing from the village down below.- Chorus.
Bachelors will say it is a foolish paradise,
We know it's very naughty but we know it's very nice;
See, the moon is winking, he is winking the other eye,
As he lets a little cloud go past him in the sky.-Chorus.