when October goes

and when October goes the snow begins to fly

above the smoky roots I watched the planes go by

the children running home beneath a twilight sky

oh for the fun of them when I was one of them

 

and when October goes the same old dream appears

and you are in my arms to share the happy years

I turn my head away to hide the helpless tears

oh how I hate to see October goes

 

I should be over it now I know

it doesn't matter much how old I grow

I hate to see October goes