Verse 1

You pin the gold leaves to your coat,

We meet where the old stone footbridge bends.

The market packs its wooden stalls,

But this good evening never ends.

Pre-Chorus

Your red scarf circles once in the air,

I catch your hand and pull you near.

Chorus

Come on, autumn, turn around,

Let the amber leaves come down.

Step by step, we find our way,

Keep this little concert day.

Oh, the season’s changing tune,

And we’re singing underneath the moon.

Verse 2

The fiddler grins beside the gate,