Been walking my mind to an easy time My back turned towards the sun Lord knows, when the cold wind blows It'll turn your head around

 Yellow, mellow, ripened days,

Sheltered in a golden coating;
O'er the dreamy, listless haze,
White and dainty cloudlets floating;
Winking at the blushing trees,
And the sombre, furrowed fallow;
Smiling at the airy ease,
Of the southward flying swallow.
Sweet and smiling are thy ways,
Beauteous, golden Autumn days.
― Will Carleton