A trick of the light, a turn of the tide A rift in a valley, full moon in July Red summer sun mourning, a cold April sky, That lonely October, so cruel to deny.
A Wish for a fountain lost in the wind A kick from a new life about to begin A south facing island that floods in the spring Will call to October new life, it will bring It will bring, it will bring It will bring.
A drop in the ocean short of the line Cursing a feeling caught up by the night Repairing the ruin reducing the sting That falling October will bring Hope that is dreaming, love that is torn Dancing like dust in the eye of the storm Truth will be lost when the mocking bird dies October returns with its cold winter skies
Awe can't be touched, faith can be blind Fooled by a past that the world left behind Hidden in rocks that are lost to the shore Of silent October we choose to ignore