Jo Stafford Autumn In New York
Autumn in New York, why does it seem so inviting?
Autumn in New York, it spells the thrill of first-
nighting.
Glittering crowds and shimmering clouds in canyons of
steel;
they’re making me feel: I’m home.
It’s autumn in New York that brings the promise of new
love.
Autumn in New York is often mingled with pain.
Dreamers with empty hands may sigh for exotic lands;
It’s autumn in New York;
It’s good to live it again.
Autumn in New York, the gleaming rooftops at sundown
Autumn in New York, it lifts you up when you’re let down
jaded roués and gay divorces who lunch at the Ritz
will tell you that it’s devine
It’s autumn in New York transforms the slums into Mayfair
Autumn in New York, you’ll need no castle in Spain
Lovers that bless the dark
On benches in Central Park
Greet autumn in New York,
It’s good to live it again
