You sit in my lonely room touching Every things you touch I'm a poet without of tune A painter without a brush Everyone calls her August But I call her mine Though I need her and I want her so To myself I'm only lying Because I know she belongs to him And I will never her again She left alone with the summer wind And scatter in dust August We lived and die together Of time will never can track I knew I'd love her forever But soon he'd be coming back And now I feel her here deep inside The woman in the steepe sweet surprise That comes at once in each other live So remember I must, August August baby you come hear me now Girl, whatever you do Though you're always leaving of And I always love you So go and sit in my lonely room touching Every things you touch I'm a poet without of tune A painter without a brush And then when winter snows start to fall I reach for her and then I recall She left alone with the summer wind And scatter in dust August August