Have you seen gray clouds arise
In the farmers' morning eyes
As their neighbors organize
For the blessings in the skies

Someone here is thinking 'bout you
And takes note of where you've gone to
Hurry homeward, if you will
With the autumn's windy chill
Hurry homeward, if you will
With the autumn's windy chill

Scented citrus swell and ripe
In the grove – one at a time
High school teachers cough and gripe
And yawn out a nurs'ry rhyme

In his flaps, a golden eagle
Or perhaps a northern regal
Heat waves end once and for all
Now it's summer's turn to fall
Heat waves end once and for all
Now it's summer's turn to fall

In his flaps, a golden eagle
Or perhaps a northern regal
Heat waves end once and for all
Now it's summer's turn to fall
Heat waves end once and for all
Now it's summer's turn to fall

What will be? They ask and post
In municipal gazettes
While along the eastern coast
Spider lilies cast their nets

What say all the evening papers
And lights up atop skyscrapers
Hurry homeward, if you will
With the autumn's windy chill
Hurry homeward, if you will
With the autumn's windy chill