Autumn has come to rest   In her garden   Come to paint the trees with emptiness   And no pardon   So many things have come undone   Like the leaves on the ground   And suddenly she begins to cry   But she doesn't know why   Heavy are the words that fall through the air   To burden her shoulders   Caught up in the trees,   Her soliloquy,   "don't leave me alone"      Rome now comes to sit   In her garden   Mingling the breeze with memories   Of a time when   There was a room with pale yellow hues   Her room with a view   Where love made a bed of happiness   In muslin and lace   Sweet is the voice from far away   That speaks sotto voce and   Is lingering there in the golden air   To quiet the day