World, to-day you're red and gold,
Who could call you sad or old?
Who could say that autumn grieves!—
See, she dances through the leaves
Like a happy child at play
On a golden holiday.
Come out in the sun and see
What a glorious child is she,
Not a sad thought in her head,
Radiant with gold and red—
Autumn world of red and gold
Who could call you sad or old?
