August October

Autumn and Friday, the winds blew

July, September, I knew you

And now as I sit on the sand-hill

I sing our song to the seaAugust, October

Mid-April, November, May

Beckoning hands made you fly

I cry, "It's curtains today"In August, October, the grass grew

The sky was blue and I want you

Now as I look out my window

I see the world carry onAugust, October

Mid-April, November, May

Beckoning hands made you fly

I cry, "It's curtains today"