How like the fall To be gone in a day Just as the leaves had turned gold I was drawn to a sound That the wind carried down From an open window pane And oh, how like a song Or a sad melody To linger long after the end And the harmony rings With the promise of spring On a Brooklyn street
How like the fall to be gone in a day Just as the trees had turned gold I was drawn to this sound That some fingers had found But now the winter seems to stay too long How like a song Or a sad melody To linger long after it's gone Though the window is closed And the questions it posed On a Brooklyn street
How like the spring To return in a day When everything seems to be new But here's someone who's hoping The window is open On that Brooklyn street again And oh, how like a song Or a sweet melody To linger long after it's gone Let the harmony ring With the promise of spring On a Brooklyn street
