I wooed you in the fall;
'mongst all the women I'd ever met,
The loveliest one of all.
And all throughout the autumn
I got to know you better;
each day with you was ever bright,
not changing like the weather.
We laughed and played in autumn fields
with autumn leaves around,
and all the while I marvelled at
this woman I had found;
Your gypsy soul so feisty,
your passion and your laugh.
And by the end of autumn you'd
become my better half.
My autumn love, my sweetheart,
you said you'd marry me,
and made of me the happiest man
that I could ever be.
We love now through the autumn,
through spring and winter, too.
We love no less in summer, but
it's autumn brought me you.
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