August October

Autumn and Friday the winds blew

July, September I knew you.

Now as I sit on that sand - hill

I sing our song to the sea.

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 on.

August October

Mid April, November, May.

Beckoning hands made you fly

I cry it's curtains to day.