Autumn and Friday the winds blew
July, September I knew you
Now as I sit on that sandhill
I sing our song to the sea.
(Chorus:)
August, October, April, November, May
Beckoning hands made you fly
I cry its 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 on.
Chorus (bis)
|: I cry its curtains today :|