The city I hate and adore!

While others do their bloggerly duties, I have only lyrics to offer. Oh, there are posts in the works: a puppet review, an essay about my family's farm house in the wilds of northern PA, responses to the reading I've done lately. But I am too, too busy at the moment. Finishing and beginning. Writing fast. Grading slowly...

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.