All y girls of the town, they are
hanging round
See the handsome meadow boy
And nobody knows why they hold their breath
When he comes round their way
Where
flimsy barriers he divides without time
Unlike
why's the river all he'll equally charm
September
finds him all alone
Just
a rolling stone
So come you stout
October winds
Come with all your power
Come with all your beauty blown O'er the sweet leaves of September
And though the hand of
charity Is as gentle
as a dove
Till the
handsome
meadow boy He never once falls
He
gives away all his secrets That lie deep
below
the spin
And perhaps that's why the
girls all cry And they want to follow him
And lying down in a northern town With his nose against the pain
He's looking at those he left behind
To stand out in the rain
Their faces changed,
wooed,
deranged All because they couldn't run
They're married to their dark-haired
girls And they're bringing up their sons
There's nothing,
this is everything He cannot change for all
He's living off a
legacy That's left for those who fall
And every night he drinks a tip And in every one there's joy
For all the
clothes that they At the chance they
sling For the handsome meadow boy