Текст: Barbra Streisand. Autumn.

Autumn, it feels like autumn
Although the breeze is still, I feel the chill of autumn
Oh, yes, it's autumn, it's always autumn
However green the hill, to me it still is autumn

I can feel the frost now that makes
My spring and summer dream seem lost now
Why can't the autumn haze recall the days
Of warm summer laughter?
That faded soon after in the autumn

He left in autumn
And though another season's here
I feel the emptiness of autumn all the year