And when October goes, the snow begins to
fly
Above the smokey roofs, I watch 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 go.
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 go.
I should be over it now I know
It doesn't matter much how old I grow
I hate to see October go.
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