Autumn In New-York - Billie Holiday

It’s time to end my holiday and bid the country a hasty farewell

So on this gray and melancholy day, I’ll move to a Manhattan hotel

I’ll dispose of my rose-colored chattels and prepare for my share of adventures

and battles

Here on the twenty-seventh floor looking down on the city I hate and adore!

Autumn in New York, why does it seem so inviting?

Autumn in New York, it spells the thrill of first-nighting

Glittering crowds and shimmering clouds in canyons of steel, they’re making me

feel I’m home

It’s autumn in New York that brings the promise of new love

Autumn in New

York is often mingled with pain

Dreamers with empty hands may sigh for exotic lands

It’s autumn in New York

It’s good to live again