How I walked along,
Humming a song
Across the fields and down the lane
By the country road, and back again
To the dear old farm—three miles or more—
And brought you home from the village store.
Summer was passing—don't you recall
The splendid harvest we had that Fall,
And how when the Autumn died,—sober and brown,—
We trudged down the turnpike, and on to the town?