August october de Robin Gibb

Autumn and friday the winds blew
july , september , i knew you
and now as i sit on the sand hill
i sing our song to the sea
August october mid-april , november, may
becoming hands make you fly
i cry it's a curtains today
In august october the grass grew
the sky was blue and i want you
now as i look out my window
i see the world carry on
August october mid-april , november, may
becoming hands make you fly
i cry it's curtains today
August october mid-april , november, may
becoming hands make you fly
i cry it's curtains today