Autumn for The Stork
(to the tune of Autumn in New York, with apologies to the composer)
Autumn for The Stork
It always seems so exciting
Autumn for The Stork
Who cares if they were first-nighting?
Romantic girl gave bedtime a whirl
One early spring night
Her willpower came
– Undone
It’s autumn for The Stork
He flies to them their newborn love
Autumn for The Stork
Is such a bittersweet dance
They had wandering hands
Dreaming of days on white sands
Now it’s autumn for The Stork
No time to be in a trance
This autumn for The Stork
He finds their flat in uptown south
Autumn for The Stork
He drops the bundle from his mouth
Party girls and metrosexuals
Uncoupled and free
The Stork’s not on
Their radar
But autumn for The Stork
Transforms some pairs into parents
Autumn for The Stork
He flies to New York from France
More loves will bless the dark
Making their own special spark
Thus autumn for The Stork
Is such a bittersweet dance
Written for Poetics — Autumn Chill is in the Air — at dVerse Poets hosted this week by the multi-talented Mary Kling. When I saw her prompt to write a poem about autumn, the song Autumn in New York would not allow any other considerations inside my head. I decided to just go with the musical flow and create my own quirky version of the lyrics.
There are so many different artist's versions of Autumn in New York. (The lyrics also have been varied by these artists, and I'm posting Billie Holiday's version at the end.)
I love this newer rendition of the song....
Autumn in New York -
Words and music by Vernon Duke (1934)
Autumn in New York
Why does it seem so inviting
Autumn in New York
It spells the thrill of first-nighting
Glittering crowds and shimmering clouds
In canyons of steel
They're making me feel
I'm home
It's autumn in New York
That brings the promise of new love
Autumn in New York
Is often mingled with pain
Dreamers with empty hands
May sigh for exotic lands
It's autumn in New York
It's good to live it again
Autumn in New York
The gleaming rooftops at sundown
Autumn in New York
It lifts you up when you're rundown
Jaded roués and gay divorcés
Who lunch at the Ritz
Will tell you that
It's divine
This autumn in New York
Transforms the slums into Mayfair
Autumn in New York
You'll need no castle in Spain
Lovers that bless the dark
On benches in Central Park
Greet Autumn in New York
It's good to live it again
Image from: Library of Congress Prints & Photographs Online Catalog
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