Slip into the autumn shade ...But I like the sun when ...But I like the sun when ...Never one the same

Know when the next scene arrives...o often we start in the middle and work our...New York Times or the New York Post...take a ride through the valley of the shadow of death...The river takes our bre...And the Hudson, it holds the life...The river roads collect the tolls...For the passage of our soul...And past the George Washington B...Down from the trails of Breakneck...The river's ancient pat...It's every shade of blue...Into the city of the new brand new...And the Hudson, it holds the life...The river takes us home...Where and when does the memory take hold...Mountain range in the Autumn cold...oint was Camelot in the spring...Never turn me into someone else