Autumn in New York - André Previn, PREVIN, ANDRE G.

It’s time to end my holiday

And bid the country a hasty farewell

So on this gray and melancholy day

I’ll move to a Manhattan hotel

I’ll dispose of my rose-colored chattels

And prepare for my share of adventures and battles

Here on the twenty-seventh floor

Looking down on the city I hate and adore

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

May sigh for exotic lands;

It’s autumn in New York;

It’s good to live it again

Autumn in New York

The gleaming rooftops at sundown

Autumn in New York

It lifts you up when you’re run down

Jaded roués

And gay divorcées

Who lunch at the Ritz

Will tell you that it’s

Divine

It’s autumn in New York

Transforms the slums into Mayfair

Autumn in New York

You’ll need no castle in Spain

Lovers that bless the dark

On benches in Central Park

Greet autumn in New York;

It’s good to live it again