The village green is golden now, Autumn leaves flame and flutter down; October days in golden haze Drift through our New England town. Another Autumn, you and I Christened with love each golden scene, And our desire was Autumn fire, As we walked through the village green. Blow wind, seel where the embers lie; Go wind, love wasn't meant to die! Oh falling leaf, oh flaming tree, Our lovers' dreams are tumbling down; Come back my love, come back to me, It's golden Autumn in our town!