Words and Music by 
H. T. MARTIN 
1 . Don’t call them “ mel - an - chol - y days,— The sad - dest of the year,” 
2 . Down in the dell the moss - es grow, With fern - leaves o - ver - spread, 
2 . ’Twas in those mel - low Au - tumn days, Down in the wood - y dell,.. 
Tlio’ they may change the bright green woods To 
Up - on the brown hill - side we found The 
Where our first tales of love were told, As 
To me those days 
The Spring may boast 
’Twas there you gave 
pos - sess a charm Which mem’ - ry 
of bios - soms rare, The Sum - mer, 
your prom - ise true, Be - neath the 
round them weaves, 
gold - en sheaves 
Ma - pie trees,. 
call - ing hap - py days we spent, 
bright-est days were those we spent, 
hand in hand we wan - dered on, 
Gath - er - ing Au - tumn leaves. 
Gath - er - ing Au - tumn leaves. 
Gath. - er - ing Au - tumn leaves. 
Gath - er - ing Au - tumn leaves, hur-rah! What hap - py days we used to spend, Gath - er - ing Au - tumn leaves! 
Copyright, 1876 , by H. T. Martin, Pkilad. By permission. 
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