Autumn day, autumn day,
God gives richest gifts today.
Look on ev’ry side and see
Pleasant things for you and me.
Apples red and apples yellow,
Round and juicy, sweet and mellow,
Load the trees till they bend over
And their branches brush the clover.
Child, be glad with all that lives,
But forget not God, who gives.
Words and music: Grace Wilbur Conant, 1858–1948
© Carolyn C. Low and The Pilgrim Press. Reprinted with the permission of The Pilgrim Press. Arr. © 1989 IRI. MAKING COPIES OF THIS MATERIAL IS PROHIBITED.