when August dies
September cries
the leaves from every tree
as tears they weep
a winter deep
’til spring comes back to me
and with the spring
a million things
wake up inside my mind
dreams renewed
of me and you
and summers more to find.
when August dies
September cries
the leaves from every tree
as tears they weep
a winter deep
’til spring comes back to me
and with the spring
a million things
wake up inside my mind
dreams renewed
of me and you
and summers more to find.