Lyrics by Bruce Carroll
Music yet to be
written, but should be a gentle country tune with acoustic guitar
The sun shines down upon my face
And life moves at a slower pace
In the summer, in the summer
Though the sounds of summer laughter I hear
I long for a different time of year
In the summer, in the summer
The leaves turning colors so prettily
As I sit on the porch drinking pumpkin spice tea
Wearing a cozy sweater knit by mother
The smell of a campfire from the neighbor’s yard
Though life isn’t easy it doesn’t have to be hard
October is a time like no other
We remember fallen soldiers as children return to school
And the weather is no longer so hot, though not exactly cool
In September, in September
And though it’s been a fruitful year
My favorite time is drawing near
In September, in September
The leaves turning colors so prettily
As I sit on the porch drinking pumpkin spice tea
Wearing a cozy sweater knit by mother
The smell of a campfire from the neighbor’s yard
Though life isn’t easy it doesn’t have to be hard
October is a time like no other
After the harvest some like to rest
But after the harvest, what I like best is...
Zombies rising in the dead of night
The quiet broken by screams of fright
Thinking of Norman Bates and his mother
The blood of the neighbors on the picket fence
The glowing eyes of vampires looking so intense
October is a time like no other
October is a time like no other
Sometimes I think of you.... Sometimes I think of you....
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