Who comes softly in October
We trip the life fantastically
Crying gently when it�s over
My baby doesn�t need to talk
She only sighs and sings
She shuts her heart to hooded men
Whose cloaks cover their wings
A panther proud and deep and dark
Creeps in on silent paws
She passes by my baby now
She leaves with empty jaws
My baby has a special gift
She is only seen by me
And when she�s gone
I always know she�s watching from the sea
She will come for good one day
From deep inside my soul
And when she does she will seem new
But I�ll know she�s truly old.