And when October goes, the snow begins to fly, above the smoky 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, oh I hate to see October go, I hate to see October go. October goes, October goes, don't go.