Autumn and Friday the winds blew
July, September, I knew you
And now I sit on the sand hill
I sing our song to the sea

August, October
Mid-April, November, May
Beckoning hands made you fly
I cry, it's 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

August, October
Mid-April, November, May
Beckoning hands made you fly
I cry, it's curtains today

August, October
Mid-April, November, May
Beckoning hands made you fly
I cry, it's curtains today

I cry, it's curtains today
I cry, it's curtains today