A new remix (It being the 3rd week of September):
The long autumn's fall into winter; I love it every year
... although it means the end of the summer and the snows will soon be here
Cause I was born a child of the city; a triple decker was my home
but even a city street can look pretty painted orange, red and gold
With the third week in September jogging memories in my head
And the autumn winds are blowing cold again
The long autumn's fall into winter (It's cold again)
Books and kegs and co-eds on the campus in this sleepy college town
Friends "forever" laughing together; who knows where they are now
Not by chance my love started in autumn; something special in the air
And both our babies came in early summer; count back nine months and you're there