October is in a stormy mood this year.
Her blood is high, her heart is full of fear.
She storms in from the south and east,
searching the coast for some relief,
but finding only memories of grief.
October is in a stormy mood this year.
Her temper flares, her eyes are full of tears.
She could not tell you what is wrong,
except the days all seem too long,
and her head is full of sad and bitter songs.
October is in a stormy mood this year.
Everyone says that she is acting queer.
It’s true that she’s seen better days –
kinder, gentler, golden days -
but now she just seems lost in a lonely haze.
October is in a stormy mood this year,
but to me she still remains quite dear.
I’ll hold her hand and keep her close,
love her hard and love her most,
until she can overcome these ghosts.
October is in a stormy mood this year. . .
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