Harbstlid -- with two English translations.

Ze s’iz harbst, Un vos gegrint fargelt, farvyanet

Ze s’iz harbst, Un vos geblit fargeyt

Un ikh vos kh'hob gemeynt S’iz shtendik friling

Un kh'halt in hant Di gantse eybikeyt

     Oho, falndike bleter! Oho, fliyendike teg!

     Oho, vi vel ikh itster blondzhen 

    Ven s’ligt gedikhter nepl Af mayn veg

Krakn feygl, zogn troyerik:„zay gezunt dir!“

Krekhst in fentster Un se klogt der vint

„o, vi volt ikh itst avek fun danen 

Tsun a breg Vu nokh der friling grint…“

     Oho, falndike bleter! Oho, fliyendike teg!

     Oho, vi vel ikh itster blondzhen 

    Ven s’ligt gedikhter nepl Af mayn veg

Flit der regn - A galop af vildn ferdl

Roymt mir ayn a sod: Er hot mikh holt

„tsu vos-zhe darftsu Vartn afn friling

Az s’hot der osyen fule koyshns gold.“

     Oho, falndike bleter! Oho, fliyendike teg!

     Oho, vi vel ikh itster blondzhen 

     Ven s’ligt gedikhter nepl Af mayn veg

(A rather free translation) 

Autumn’s here

And what was green is gold & withered

Autumn's here, the summer's at an end

I thought somehow that it would last forever

I thought I held forever in my hand

     Oh, all the leaves are falling

     Oh, the summer days are gone

    Oh, the fog is in the valley

    So how am I to know the road I’m on?

Birds are headed south outside my window

And the wind lets out a high & lonesome sigh

It whispers how it wishes it were somewhere

Far away where summer fills the sky

    Oh, all the leaves are falling

    Oh, the days all slip away

    Oh, the fog is in the valley

    How can November ever turn to May?

Rain beats down like racing wild horses

Falling to the ground so hard & cold

It asks me why I'm always waiting for the springtime

When fall is where the year spins all its gold

      Oh, all the leaves are falling

       Oh, it's darker everyday

      Oh, the fog is all around me

      So how am I to ever find my way?

http://www.jewishfolksongs.com/en/harbstlid

Ze, s'iz harbst --	See, it's fall --
Un vos gegrint fargelt, farvyanet.	And all that greened has yellowed, withered.
Ze, s'iz harbst --	See, it's fall --
Un vos geblit fargeyt ...	And all that bloomed is gone ...
Un ikh, vos kh'hob gemeyn s'iz shtendik friling	And I who thought that spring would last forever,
Un kh'halt in hant	And in my hand I hold
Di gantse eybikeyt.	Eternity.
Oho, falndike bleter!	Oho, falling leaves!
Oho, fliyendike teg!	Oho, flying days!
Oho, vi vel ikh itster blondzhen,	Oho, how will I wander now,
Ven s'ligt gedikhter nepl af mayn veg..	When thick fog settles on my way ...
Kraken feygl,	Sadly cawing birds
Zogn troyerik: "Zay gezunt dir!"	Say: "Good-bye!"
Krekhtst in fentster	At the window
Un se klogt der vint:	The moaning, wailing wind:
"O, vi volt ikh itst avek fun danen	"I wish that I could get away from here
Tsun a breg	To a shore
Vu nokh der friling grint ..."	Where there is still green spring ..."
Oho, falndike ...	Oho, falling ...
Flit der regn --	Driving rain
A galop af vildn ferdl.	Gallops on a wild horse,
Roymt mir ayn a sod: er hot mikh holt.	Whispers secret love into my ear:
"Tsu vos zhe darfstu vartn afn friling,	"Why do you need to wait for springtime
Az s'hot der osyen fule koyshns gold."	When autumn offers baskets full of gold?
Oho, falndike ...	Oho, falling ...

Source: Schaechter-Gottesman, Beyle, Zumerteg: Tsvantsik zinglider. Yiddish League, 1990

https://genius.com/Daniel-kahn-harbstlid-lyrics

Ze s’iz harbst. Un vos gegrint fargelt, farvyanet

Ze s’iz harbst Un vos geblit fargeyt

Un ikh vos kh'hob gemeynt S’iz shtendik friling

Un kh'halt in hant Di gantse eybikeyt

Oho, falndike bleter! Oho, fliyendike teg!

Oho, vi vel ikh itster blondzhen

Ven s’ligt gedikhter nepl Af mayn veg

Krakn feygl, zogn troyerik: „zay gezunt dir!“

Krekhst in fentster Un se klogt der vint

„o, vi volt ikh itst avek fun danen

Tsun a breg Vu nokh der friling grint…“

Flit der regn - A galop af vildn ferdl

Roymt mir ayn a sod: Er hot mikh holt

„tsu vos-zhe darftsu Vartn afn friling

Az s’hot der osyen fule koyshns gold.“

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Ze s’iz harbst, Un vos gegrint fargelt, farvyanet

Ze s’iz harbst. Un vos geblit fargeyt 

Un ikh vos kh'hob gemeynt S’iz shtendik friling

Un kh'halt in hant Di gantse eybikeyt

Oho, falndike bleter! Oho, fliyendike teg!

Oho, vi vel ikh itster blondzhen, Ven s’ligt gedikhter nepl Af mayn veg

Krakn feygl, zogn troyerik: „zay gezunt dir!“

Krekhst in fentster Un se klogt der vint 

„o, vi volt ikh itst avek fun danen

Tsun a breg Vu nokh der friling grint...“

Autumn’s here And what was green is gold & withered

Autumn's here, the summer's at an end

I thought somehow that it would last forever

I thought I held forever in my hand

Oh, all the leaves are falling, Oh, the summer days are gone

Oh, the fog is in the valley, So how am I to know the road I’m on?

Birds are headed south outside my window

And the wind lets out a high & lonesome sigh

It whispers how it wishes it were somewhere

Far away where summer fills the sky

Oh, all the leaves are falling, Oh, the days all slip away

Oh, the fog is in the valley. How can November ever turn to May?

https://genius.com/Daniel-kahn-harbstlid-lyrics. This has sound track.

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HARBSTLID. -- Including my translation effort

Ze s’iz harbst, Un vos gegrint fargelt, farvyanet

Ze s’iz harbst, Un vos geblit fargeyt

Un ikh vos kh'hob gemeynt S’iz shtendik friling

Un kh'halt in hant Di gantse eybikeyt

Oho, falndike bleter! Oho, fliyendike teg!

Oho, vi vel ikh itster blondzhen

Ven s’ligt gedikhter nepl Af mayn veg

Krakn feygl, zogn troyerik: Krekhst in fentster

Un se klogt der vint

„o, vi volt ikh itst avek fun danen
Tsun a breg Vu nokh der friling grint...“

Flit der regn - A galop af vildn ferdl

Roymt mir ayn a sod: Er hot mikh holt

„tsu vos-zhe darftsu Vartn afn friling
Az s’hot der osyen fule koyshns gold.“

This is my more literal translation effort:

See, it’s autumn! And what was green is gold & withered;
See, it’s autumn! And what blooms is gone.
And I, who thought it would always be spring, and would hold eternity in my hand. 

Chorus: Oho, falling leaves, oho, flying days!                                                     

Oho, how will I wander now, when a thick fog stands in my way.

Cawing birds speak sadly, caw in the window, and the wind howls.                                                Oh how I want to go to a land of green spring!

The rain flies, a gallop of wild horses, tells me a secret,                                                   Why do you wish for spring when there are baskets full of gold?

Here is yet another translator's more poetic translation:

Oh, all the leaves are falling
Oh, the summer days are gone
Oh, the fog is in the valley
So how am I to know the road I’m on?

Birds are headed south outside my window
And the wind lets out a high & lonesome sigh
It whispers how it wishes it were somewhere
Far away where summer fills the sky

Oh, all the leaves are falling
Oh, the days all slip away
Oh, the fog is in the valley
How can November ever turn to May?

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Mir Trogn a Gezang

 This is such a wonderful collection - it is part of a collection by the Mloteks:

Mir Trogn A Gezang: Favorite Yiddish Songs

First published in 1972, Mir Trogn A Gezang: Favorite Yiddish Songs was reprinted six more times (in 1977, 1982, 1985, 1987, 1988, 2000) due to popular demand. The songs in this anthology represent a sampling of beloved folk and well-known Yiddish songs, many of which are scattered in various song collections; some appear in very rare and inaccessible collections; and some were never before published. Folk songs comprise about a third of this volume and were selected mainly on the basis of popularity and sometimes for their historic significance. Needless to say, they are only representative of the vast, rich treasure of Yiddish folk material. The selection was made not only on the basis of personal preference, but in the knowledge they are favorites of many who sing these songs. Most of the songs represent the repertoire that was sung at Yiddish summer camps, May 1st demonstrations and at social gatherings. Many songs were introduced to American Jewry by Jewish immigrants who came to the United States after World War II, for whom these songs had been favorites in Poland and other East European communities destroyed by the Nazis.