When Fall Comes to New England

It is becoming a little annual tradition here at Letters from a Hill Farm to post this wonderful song by Cheryl Wheeler. The lyrics follow the video if you'd like to sing along.

When Fall Comes To New England

Words And Music by

Cheryl Wheeler

When fall comes to New England

The sun slants in so fine

And the air's so clear

You can almost hear the grapes grow on the vine

The nights are sharp with starlight

And the days are cool and clean

And in the blue sky over head

The northern geese fly south instead

And leaves are Irish Setter red

When fall comes to New England

When fall comes to New England

And the wind blows off the sea

Swallows fly in a perfect sky

And the world was meant to be

When the acorns line the walkways

Then winter can't be far

From yellow leaves a blue jay calls

Grandmothers walk out in their shawls

And chipmunks run the old stone walls

When fall comes to New England

The frost is on the pumpkin

The squash is off the vine

And winter warnings race across the sky

The squirrels are on to something

And they're working overtime

The foxes blink and stare and so do I

'Cause when fall comes to New England

Oh I can't turn away

From fading light on flying wings

And late good-byes a robin sings

And then another thousand things

When fall comes to New England

When fall comes to New England