[Bright acoustic guitar strumming, lively fiddle riff, stomping beat] Hey, hey! Let the leaves fall, let the good times roll! There’s a little autumn magic in my soul! [Verse 1] Red leaves scattered on the old porch steps, Cold sweet cider and a little red dress, Mama’s got a pie cooling by the screen, It’s the prettiest time that this town’s ever seen. Got my boots kicked up in the back of the truck, Radio loud and I’m feeling that luck, Summer said goodbye, but I’m doing just fine, There’s a little more sparkle in the October sky! [Pre-Chorus] Hear the church bells ringing, hear the fiddle play, Smell that woodsmoke drifting from the far hay bale, Got a county fair waiting and a boy I wanna see, There’s a whole lot of heaven in the air around me! [Chorus] Oh, autumnal breeze, come dancing through the trees, Send the golden leaves spinning down the country lanes with me. Blow a little love, blow a little wild, Make this small-town heart feel like a runaway child. With the bonfire burning and the stars shining bright, And your arms around me on a Saturday night, Oh, autumnal breeze, bring me down to my knees, You’re the sweetest kind of heaven blowing over me! [Post-Chorus] Whoa-oh, let the cool wind blow! Whoa-oh, let the good times roll! Leaves in the air, got a song in my heart, Autumnal breeze, come and carry me off! [Verse 2] There’s a pumpkin patch packed with families and friends, And the harvest dance that never quite ends, He’s leaning on a Chevy with a crooked little grin, Says, “Darlin’, that sweater ought to be a sin!” We steal a kiss by the apple cider stand, Then he pulls me close and he takes my hand, The fiddle starts racing and the floorboards shake, If this is a dream, don’t let me wake! [Pre-Chorus] Hear the boots all stomping, hear the guitars ring, There’s a hundred little reasons I could fall for this thing, Got the moon above us and your hand in mine, Love is looking mighty good at harvest time! [Chorus] Oh, autumnal breeze, come dancing through the trees, Send the golden leaves spinning down the country lanes with me. Blow a little love, blow a little wild, Make this small-town heart feel like a runaway child. With the bonfire burning and the stars shining bright, And your arms around me on a Saturday night, Oh, autumnal breeze, bring me down to my knees, You’re the sweetest kind of heaven blowing over me! [Instrumental Break] [Playful fiddle solo, banjo fills, electric country guitar licks, handclaps] [Bridge] Some folks need the sunshine, some need summer skies, Give me copper-coloured sunsets and your laughing eyes. A woollen blanket, a porch swing, a midnight serenade, And a kiss that tastes like apple cider lemonade. When the world turns golden and the air turns sweet, There’s nowhere in this wide world I’d rather be. Let the cold wind come, let the whole year change, I’ll be dancing in the leaves when you call my name! [Final Chorus] Oh, autumnal breeze, come dancing through the trees, Send the golden leaves spinning down the country lanes with me. Blow a little love, blow a little wild, Make this small-town heart feel like a runaway child. With the bonfire burning and the whole town alive, And your arms around me till the morning arrives, Oh, autumnal breeze, you’re the song that I need, You’re the sweetest kind of heaven blowing over me! [Final Post-Chorus] Whoa-oh, let the cool wind blow! Whoa-oh, let the good times roll! Leaves in the air, hearts running free, Autumnal breeze, bring me back to you and me! [Outro] [Big fiddle flourish, group harmonies, acoustic guitar ending] Oh, autumnal breeze! Keep on blowing through me! [Final joyful vocal ad-lib] That’s my kind of autumn, honey!
