Besedila: Ella Fitzgerald. Autumn in New York.

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

It's autumn in New York
That brings the promise of new love
Autumn in New York
Is often mingled with pain

Dreamers with empty hands
They sigh for exotic lands
It's autumn in New York
It's good to live it again

Lovers that bless the dark
On the benches in central park
Greet autumn in New York
It's good to live it again

Autumn in New York
It's good to live it again