How like the fall to be gone in a day Just as the leaves had turned gold I was drawn to the sound That the wind carried down From an open window pane And oh, how like a song or a sad melody To linger long after the end And the harmony rings With the promise of spring On a Brooklyn street How like the fall to be gone in a day Just as the trees had turned gold I was drawn to the sound That some fingers had found But now the winter seems to stay too long How like a song or a sad melody To linger long after it's gone Though the window is closed And the questions it posed On a Brooklyn street How like a song or a sweet melody To linger long after it's gone Let the harmony ring With the promise of spring On that Brooklyn street Brooklyn street