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