Clear and crisp the mountain air!
My Autumn Flower, come to me there!

Let's run with winds and kiss all night
Let's make sweet love in firelight

The woods are burning... Yellow! Red!
On fallen leaves we'll have our bed.

Our passion's wild like mountain creeks!
Our love soars high among the peaks!

Oh what is that, My Sweet Princess?
It's an alarm, what's the distress?

Your voice is weak, I cannot hear
with such a ringing in my ear!

Hey, creeks and mountains, they're all gone!
These are no leaves, I rest upon.

All by myself, I'm in my bed!
I had it only in my head!

That dream was real and very sweet
Now I feel lost and incomplete.

But from my bed, I have to rush.
I hear no creeks, just toilets flush.

And down the toilet goes my dream.
At breakfast faded had its theme.

All that awaits me is my day
so sad and lonely, dull and gray.