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
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