manilow, barry
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 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