Brunette Autumn Jazz

Steam rises slow from the porcelain cup

Crumbs of butter biscuits piled up

Outside the window the maple turns gold

A quiet companion to have and to hold (mm-mm)

Brown paper pages and copper-toned skies

Lost in the corner of your quiet eyes

Brunette hair falling across your cheek

No need to say what we came here to seek

She turns a page with a tender hand

Far from the noise of the rushing land

Coffee turned warm, the hour grows sweet

Autumn leaves tumbling down the street

Brown paper pages and copper-toned skies

Lost in the corner of your quiet eyes

Brunette hair falling across your cheek

No need to say what we came here to

seek (yeah)

Just coffee, sweet biscuits,

and you

Autumn leaves passing right through (ahhh)