If life was always boring
And people always sad
The world would be an awful place
It really would be bad
If seashells never varied
And pebbles stayed the same
The beach would cease to be much fun
And lose its well-known fame
If trees were never orange
And autumn never came
A striking bit of color, gone
We'd lose that stunning flame
If all the world was changeless
And everyone was sly
The world would be a foreign place
And I? Well, I would cry.
And people always sad
The world would be an awful place
It really would be bad
If seashells never varied
And pebbles stayed the same
The beach would cease to be much fun
And lose its well-known fame
If trees were never orange
And autumn never came
A striking bit of color, gone
We'd lose that stunning flame
If all the world was changeless
And everyone was sly
The world would be a foreign place
And I? Well, I would cry.