When October Goes

And when October goes,
The snow begins to fly.
Above the smokey roofs,
I watch the planes go by.
The children running home
Beneath a twilight sky.
Oh, for the fun of them,
When I was one of them.

And when October goes,
The same old dream appears,
And you are in my arms
To share the happy years.
I turn my head away
To hide the helpless tears.
Oh, how I hate to see October go.

I should be over it now, I know.
It doesn't matter much
How old I grow.
I hate to see October go.

-Johnny Mercer