Criuse Control - Chilled Jazz Masters

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,

They sigh for exotic lands,

It’s Autumn in New York,

It’s good to live again.

This Autumn in New York

Transforms the slums into Mayfair.

Autumn in New York,

You need no castles in Spain.

Lovers that bless the dark

On benches in Central Park,

It’s Autumn in New York,

It’s good to live again.