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!