Autumn's lute

Autumn's melancholy lute

Calls so clear and calls so sweet,

Through the forest brown and mute,

Down the white-walled village street,

"Follow now. Oh follow now!

Burns the leaf upon the bough;

Cross the mountains hoar and old,

To the land of sunset gold."

Autumn beckons as she goes, --

"Follow me, Oh follow me.

Would you 'scape the winter snows

And the happy valleys see!"

Autumn's amber-coloured veil

Floats aleng the evening breeze,

Like a gilded galleon's sail

Beckoning on to splendid seas!

Autumn's lute sounds low and clear --

Autumn's melancholy lute,

"Follow here. Oh follow here!"

Over woods and meadows mute.

"Come away, Oh come away!

Sundown calls you home from day;

Night is near and earth grows cold;

Follow through the sunset gold."