Lyrics

  1. Autumn day, autumn day,

    God gives richest gifts today.

    Look on ev’ry side and see

    Pleasant things for you and me.

    Apples red and apples yellow,

    Round and juicy, sweet and mellow,

    Load the trees till they bend over

    And their branches brush the clover.

    Child, be glad with all that lives,

    But forget not God, who gives.

Words and music: Grace Wilbur Conant, 1858–1948

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