Auburndale! . . . Auburndale!
There's no other place on earth I'd rather dwell!
And no matter where I wander,
Soon fond mem'ries beckon yonder,
Back to my old hometown, dear old Auburndale!

In the evening if you'll listen,
When the moonbeams softly glisten
On the breeze-tossed trees along that old park trail,
Sounds like voices in a chorus
Of the ones who've gone before us,
Those who lived and loved and died in Auburndale.

Auburndale! . . . Auburndale!
There's no other place on earth I'd rather dwell!
And no matter where I wander,
Soon fond mem'ries beckon yonder,
Back to my old hometown, dear old Auburndale!