The summer birds have gathered and are flying to the sun
I saw the wild geese heading south on their October run
The crops have all been harvested and all the work is done
And the grey October clouds are drifting by

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Drifting by; drifting by
And the grey October clouds are drifting by

In every field my fancy ran, wild flowers could be seen
On every hill and valley and the meadows in between
Now leaves of brown come tumbling down from trees that once were green
And the grey October clouds go drifting by

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On summer dawns I walked alone by singing silver streams
The lark's song filled the golden morn and I could dream my dreams
The good times pass so quickly, that was long ago it seems
Now the grey October clouds go drifting by

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In the summer of our lifetimes, the skies were always blue
We'd weave our dreams with noble thoughts and dreams could all come true
Believe in all your youthful dreams and they'll live on for you
When the grey October clouds go drifting by

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