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