Verse 1

I take my guitar down the leaf-strewn lane,

A red scarf tugging in the brisk October air.

The market is packing its apples away,

And the sun lays a coin on the old stone stair.

Pre-Chorus

The day keeps turning gold in my hands,

I find my own rhythm wherever I stand.

Chorus

Hey, autumn day, come roll along,

My guitar keeps time and my heart sings strong.

Leaves skip past my shoes, the whole world feels new,

I’m glad for this day, and I’m glad to be moving through.

Verse 2

A baker waves from a flour-white door,

A little dog races a leaf down the square.

I strike one bright chord, then I’m smiling once more,