Autumn Reimbursement - Missoula, Montana

"Autumn repays the earth the leaves which summer lent it."

 ~Georg Christoph Lichtenberg (1742–1799), 
translated by Norman Alliston, 1908

Feeling Septemberish - Missoula, Montana

"I guess I'm just feeling Septemberish," sighed Chester. "It's getting towards autumn now. And it's so pretty up in Connecticut. All the trees change color. The days get very clear―with a little smoke on the horizon from burning leaves. Pumpkins begin to come out."

- from The Cricket in Times Square, by George Selden

Tree Shadow, Corvallis, Montana

Instead of a moon shadow, here’s a tree shadow.
Wait - don’t try to change the words of the song - just don’t! Not even in your head! It doesn't have the same smooth flow, and it provides absolutely no improvement on the original.
This personalizing of lyrics is actually a semi-pet peeve of mine - “semi-” because it doesn’t pop over to visit every single day, much like my cat, who often appears to be peeved.
I think the most virulent offense of this nature occurs when otherwise bona fide bands sub “Montana” in for “Alabama” . Yes, the skies are so blue here, too, but beyond that, there‘s no way you can confuse “the Southland“ with a state bordering the Great White North. I say, just enjoy the words as penned and call it good. Or even call it great, as in, "That's a great song!", which is often said of “Sweet Home Alabama”, that generation-bridging song that gets pretty much everyone singing along!