And When October Goes The Snow Begins To Fly Above The Smokey 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 I Should Be Over It Now I Know It Doesn't Matter Much How Old I Grow I Hate To See October Go