A spot of blue
In an all gray sky
For a moment
The wind stops blowing
The thought of you
Brightens up my mind
Tip my hat
things are looking up

A bright bouquet
On a crowded train
The slightest smile
In the corners of her mouth

When a glance would chance to fall
A little spark when she recalls
Autumn in Montreal

The first hint of frost
And I can see my breath
Time to find another cafe
I may be lost
But I don't mind
I kind of like it that way

A spot of blue
In an all gray sky
For a moment
The wind stops blowing
The thought of you
Brightens up my mind
Tip my hat
things are looking up

A bright bouquet
On a crowded train
The slightest smile
In the corners of her mouth

When a glance would chance yo fall
A little spark when she recalls
Autumn in Montreal
Autumn in Montreal
Autumn in Montreal
Autumn in Montreal