August

The days are dark in August
The nights are sullen
The wind howls to remind us
That August has come

And August
Oh August
Brings a heavy heart
For I
Cannot cry for August

But I feel his hands
Brush my hair
And I hear him sigh
With regret

And I know she cries
And I feel her tears
And I heard her say
She's not finished
Loving him

And when September comes
I will feel him
Going with the wind
And waving along
With the naked branches

For now, I'll mourn
I'll mourn for August
And I'll mourn
For her sadness