Слова:
Costello Elvis North

All the leaves are turning yellow, red and brown Soon they'll be scattered as they tumble down Although they may be swept up so invitingly I never did

I wasn't very indiscreet and yet That is a notion that I might as well forget Friends look at me these days with fond surprise But when I start to speak

These few lines I'll devote To a marvelous girl covered up with my coat Pull it up to your chin I'll hold you until the day will begin Still lying in

All the words you say to me have music in them All the sorrows and the joys like magnetism And a selfish boy looks through a prism And says what is but

Hail to the taxis they go where I go Farewell the newspapers that know more than I know Flung under a street lamp still burning at dawn I'm in the mood

Every single time it becomes too much There's nothing I can say or I can touch But the glory is, as it comes passing through I know I will be there when

I'm going North Up were the rushing rivers run and salmon leap I could even get there in my sleep Give me the ice and snow Time to go... North So run

Can you be true? Can this possibly be real? I knew quite suddenly Do you sense how I feel? I long to hear you whisper my name 'Til you tell me "My Darling

Hail to the taxis They go where I go Farewell the newspapers that know more than I know Flung under a street-lamp still burning at dawn I'm in the mood