the drifters,
are drifting on by us,
Like a funny parade,
They have their sighs,
And we have our sighs,
With the stars ,
and heavens above,

Autumn is chilly,
The leaves golden,
Beautiful,
and she is pretty silly,

Our nice boutique lady friend,
She sighs her sighs,
She arranges lovely flowers,
For our veranda garden,
There, with our love,
in the moonlight,

Our garden flowers,
They have their lovely sighs,
And we have our sighs,
With the heavens,
And stars above
Reynaldo Casison