Autumn Affair

Gerald Brennan—composer, lyricist, vocalist, pianist

He’s old but he’s not dead. It seemed very unlikely, but this youthful beauty is actually responding, enthusiastically, to the old fella’s advances. Hey – you never know unless you try. But he understands, in the long run, her head will be turned by a fine young man and he’ll be out. He gets that.

You’re old enough to play the game,
young enough to feel the shame.
A man three times your age,
with passion to engage,
I didn’t even know your name.
But how you set my heart aflame!

A kiss I did initiate.
Hoping you’d reciprocate.
My hands upon your hips,
my mouth pressed to your lips,
you didn’t even hesitate.
A gesture I appreciate.

You’re so young and sweet,
would it be indiscreet
to honor a mature man’s need?
To hide you in my arms
might set off some alarms,
but not if we are both agreed.

We could even be happy
on the dark side of the moon.
If you’d break free,
and come with me,
we’ll fly away from it all.
Oh, we could have a ball!

You’re so young and sweet,
would it be indiscreet
to honor a mature man’s need?
To hide you in my arms
might set off some alarms,
but not if we are both agreed.
So hey… that’s okay!

I know that before too long,
a younger man will come on strong.
He’ll sweep her off her feet,
her heart will skip a beat,
he’ll sing a fresh and lively song.
That’s my cue to run along.