October

The place where I was born
Up on a hill with sunset view
The place where she is dying

Pinching weeds when I was little
Clambering up our cherry tree
And catching sunbeams

Now you're slipping through my fingers
Drifting away before the winter

Soft voices of October
I know you're coming over
I know you'll pull me closer
Soft voices of October

Carving a pumpkin in your kitchen
Sitting by the window on a
Yellow Pillow

You took me for walks
On Christmas eve
You lift me up to place the lights on the Christmas tree

I talked to you
'Bout springs and streams and oceans and stars
Asked why the sky is blue
And why I can't cross the street
When there's a car

Now you're slipping through my fingers
Drifting away before the winter

Soft voices of October
I know you're coming over
I know you'll pull me closer
Soft voices of October



Credits
Writer(s): Tam Bürgisser
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