Gold and silver is the autumn

Soft and gentle are her skies

Yes I know, are the answers

Written in my true love's eyes



Autumn's leaving, winter's coming

I think that I'll be moving on

I've got to leave him and find another

I've got to sing my heart's true song



Round and round the burning circle

All the seasons, one, two, and three

Autumn leaves with the winter

Spring is born and wanders free



Gold and silver burnt my autumns

All too soon they'd fade and die

And then there were no others

Milk and honey were their lives