Dienda

How like the fall

To be gone in a day

Just as the leaves had turned gold

I was drawn to the sound

That the wind carried down

From an open window pane

And oh, how like a song

Or a sad melody

To linger long after the end

And the harmony rings

With the promise of spring

On a Brooklyn street

How like the fall to be gone in a day

Just as the trees had turned gold

I was drawn to this sound

That some fingers had found

But now the winter seems to stay too long

How like a song

Or a sad melody

To linger long after it's gone

Though the window is closed

And the questions it posed

On a Brooklyn street

How like the spring

To return in a day

When everything seems to be new

But here's someone who's hoping

The window is open

On that Brooklyn street again

And oh, how like a song

Or a sweet melody

To linger long after it's gone

Let the harmony ring

With the promise of spring

On a Brooklyn street