There's a dance pavilion, all shuttered down
A winding country lane, all russet brown
A frosty windowpane shows me a town grown lonely
That spring »
Early Autumn
Everything I Have Is Yours: The Best of the M-G-M Years
by Billy Eckstine
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own
There's a dance pavilion, all shuttered down
A winding country lane, all russet brown
A frosty windowpane shows me a town grown lonely »
Early Autumn
Sings the Winners
by Marty Paich
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own
There's a dance pavilion, all shuttered down
A winding country lane, all russet brown
A frosty windowpane shows me a town grown lonely
That »
Early Autumn
Mel Tormé at the Red Hill
by Mel Tormé
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own
There's a dance pavilion, all shuttered down
A winding country lane, all russet brown
A frosty windowpane shows me a town grown lonely »
Early Autumn
Soft and Sentimental
by Jo Stafford
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There's a dance pavilion, all shuttered down
A winding country lane, all russet brown
A frosty windowpane shows me a town grown lonely
That spring »
Early Autumn
Wonderful Wonderful
by Johnny Mathis
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There's a dance pavilion in the rain all shuttered down
A winding country lane all russet brown
A frosty window pane shows me a town grown lonely
That »
Early Autumn
Sassy at Ronnie's
by Sarah Vaughan
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own
There's a dance pavilion, all shuttered down
A winding country lane, all russet brown
A frosty windowpane shows me a town grown lonely »
Early Autumn
In Session
by The Four Freshmen
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ever seen. A russet funnel. I blink my eyes. Up and away like confetti catfish and cattle crawdaddy. We're all debris. Debris, baby, you and me. »
Met Her in a Cyclone
Notes for a Catalogue for an Exhibition
by Burnman
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own.
There's a dance pavilion in the rain all shuttered down,
A winding country lane all russet brown,
A frosty window pane shows me a town grown »
Early Autumn
Sings the Johnny Mercer Song Book
by Ella Fitzgerald
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own
There's a dance pavilion, all shuttered down
A winding country lane, all russet brown
A frosty windowpane shows me a town grown lonely
That »
Early Autumn
The Real Thing
by Carol Sloane
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take mine
And we can walk on through
To the other side of our lives
Forever's such a short time when
I can see my destiny
In your russet eyes
And I can »
Heidi's Song
The Winter of Our Discontent
by The Echoing Green
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an eden paradise
The world will understand,...world will understand...this is his land
Rich fertile valleys of russet and gold, carpets of green over »
His Land
His Land
by Cliff Richard
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chin and squeezed in between
A pair of big, bubble butt freaks:
Two russet potato and bacon eating sisters
One had too much make-up on but yo, I didn't »
Flowin' on the D-Line
Sons of the P
by Digital Underground
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