When Fall Comes to New England

My favorite "fall song" by Cheryl Wheeler:

When Fall comes to New England
the sun slants in so fine.
And the air's so clear you can almost hear
the grapes grow on the vine.
The nights are sharp with starlight
And the days are cool and clean.
And in the blue sky overhead,
the Northern geese fly south instead
And leaves are Irish Setter red...
When Fall comes to New England.

When Fall comes to New England
and the wind blows off the sea,
Swallows fly in a perfect sky
and the world was meant to be.
When acorns line the walkway
then winter can't be far.
From yellow leaves the blue jay calls.
Grandmothers walk out in their shawls.
And chipmunks run the old stone walls
When Fall comes to New England.

Frost is on the pumpkin, the squash is off the vines.
Winter warnings race across the sky.
Squirrels are onto something and they're working overtime.
The foxes blink and stare and so do I.

'Cause when Fall comes to New England
Oh, I can't turn away.
From fading light on flying wings,
A late goodbye a robin sings,
and then another thousand things....
When Fall comes to New England.
When Fall comes to New England.