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

I Should Be Over It Now I Know
It Doesn´t Matter Much
How Old I Grow
I Hate To See October Go