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 this 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 the spring to return in a day when everything seems to be new but here s someone who s hoping the window is open on that brooklyn street again and oh 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 a brooklyn street1