I hear rain drops in the bleak September night The autumn breeze is cool but slight Frogs croak their final song 'till night is dawn, And all my favorite things are gone. Now I hear the rain drops pitter patter, With all its clitter clatter and with the noise it gathers, Brings in the chatter of the holidays. And when the rain drops cease and mistletoe creeps Only I will remember those good memories Of red, orange, and yellow leaves, That flew away so wildly, That's what Autumn is.