October

Born in Autumn, when the leaves fall to the ground,

when Summer’s departed, and temperatures drop down.

With the wind from the north-west, the leaves around you burn,

winter's coming 'round for another turn.

But where are you now, at the harvest moon rise.

Where are you now, the owl prowls the sky.

Where are you now, as October dies.

The man in the orchard is withered and old.

He works through the daytime, and lives with the cold.

There's squash and there's apples, but the garden is gone.

Frost in the morning and snow coming on.

But where are you now, at the harvest moon rise.

Where are you now, the owl prowls the sky.

Where are you now, as October dies.