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. Instrumental interlude: Above the smokey roofs, I watch the planes go by. 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.