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
I cried, it's curtains today
I cried, it's curtains today