Autumn

When a purple glow

On the grape doth show,

And the willow boughs with frost are white,

When the Autumn Flowers,

Deck the leafy bowers

And the merry birds prepare for flight.

When the hound's deep note

Through the wood doth float,

And before the hunter flies the deer;

When the gray fieldmouse

Stores her winter house,

And the dead leaves show that Autumn's here.

Then again I leave you,

Do not let it grieve you,

Forest friends I've loved through Summer days!

I must seek the town;

No more up and down

May I wander through the woodland ways.

Dearest maiden mine,

Why shouldst thou repine!

When the birds return I'll come to thee;

And if I should die,

Dry thy clear blue eye;

'Twere a shame if thou shouldst weep for me!