| Leaves begin that color change | |
| Kiss the ground like falling rain | |
| I hear the distant howl begin | |
| The cold October morning wind | |
| The seasons come, | |
| And they wither like a dying rose | |
| My pain is measured, | |
| By a sky that's old and grey | |
| A misty morning, | |
| I awake to find it's much too late | |
| Pieces of time, | |
| They keep falling down on me | |
| And it won't be long | |
| I can hear your song | |
| October Morning Wind | |
| I keep holding on, | |
| 'Til you come back again | |
| The sun that's hiding once again | |
| It's warmth is like a long lost friend | |
| Picture's fading in my mind | |
| Memories of a young boy's life | |
| The weeping willow, | |
| By the lake where we could run and play | |
| Lost all it's magic, | |
| It's become a ghost in time | |
| The seasons came, | |
| And they left, | |
| Tell me where they've gone | |
| Pieces of my life, | |
| They keep falling down on me | |
| And it won't be long | |
| I can hear your song | |
| October Morning Wind | |
| I keep holding on, | |
| To the fading sun, | |
| 'Til you come back again | |
| And it won't be long | |
| October Morning Wind | |
| And it won't be long | |
| I can hear your song | |
| October Morning Wind | |
| I keep holding on, | |
| To the fading sun, | |
| 'Til you come back again | |
| I can hear your song, | |
| And it won't be long | |
| October Morning Wind | |
| I keep holding on, | |
| 'Til you come back again | |
| October morning wind |