Autumn in New York

Autumn in New York - Mel Tormé

It's time to end my lonely holiday

And bid the country a hasty farewell

So on this gray and melancholy day

I'll move to a Manhattan hotel

I'll dispose of my rose colored chattels

And prepare for my share of adventures and battles

Here on the twenty seventh floor looking down on the city

I hate and adore

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

Autumn in New York is brings the promise of new love

Autumn in New York is often mingled with pain

Lovers that bless the dark on benches in Central Park

Greet autumn in New York

It's good to live it again