Autumn - Edgar Winter, The Edgar Winter Group

Autumn, the wind blows colder than summer

Autumn, my love’s gone with another

I can’t demand anything of myself now

So I guess I’ll stay here in New England

For autumn

Buildings look tall and gray

Birds flying, haven’t much to say

They all know that it’s coming again

So I guess they’ll stay here in New England

For autumn, autumn

Did you ever lose something

That you thought you knew?

Did you ever lose someone

Who was close to you?

Well I lost my lover

And my summer too

To autumn, the wind blows colder than summer

Autumn, my love’s gone with another

I can’t demand anything of myself now

So I guess I’ll stay here in New England

For autumn, autumn