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 Mid April, November, May Beckoning hands made you fly I cried, it's curtains today
In August, October, the grass grew the sky was blue and I wanted 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 cried, it's curtains today
August, October Mid April, November, May Beckoning hands made you fly I cried, it's curtains today I cried, it's curtains today I cried, it's curtains to day I cried, it's curtains to day
