Hugh Blumenfeld - Talking Island Lyrics
Sweet October, everything comes downAnd the ghosts outside are rattling the stormsAnd the drunkards think they're soberand the lovers think they're drowningAnd the songs of spring are bitter wings to themA touch of snow, a sudden end to eveningsDark falls on the daylight like a crowSweet October and the mountain roads are empty nowAnd I'm coming homeSweet October, everything comes downCopyright 1995, Hugh Blumenfeld Hydrogen Jukebox Music