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

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