Full Lyrics
Autumn is come again,
Summer tints he chases;
Brown is the bursting grain,
Brown our sunburnt faces,
Every leaf on hill or plain
Wears his russet graces.
Pluck the vine, tread the wine
By the banks of sunny Rhine!
Who could ask better task,
While the Autumn sun doth shine.
Winter has jewels rare,
False though is their seeming;
Blossoms of silver fair
O'er the Spring are gleaming;
Autumn is beyond compare,
Gold from him comes streaming.
Autumn with golden bait
Every heart thou lurest,
Every ill the months create,
With thy gold thou curest,
Many are thy gifts and great,
Wine's the best and purest.
