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OCTOBER GOLD

October leaves are falling.
Wind is sighing low.
I hear memory calling -
days we used to know.

There's first-light at the window.
Soon, the sun will shine.
Across October's meadow,
flows a glow as warm as wine.

Chorus
Another day is dawning. I hear the song of Time.
This October morning, brings riches to the mind.
Here - in memory's season, are treasures we can hold,
warm with the heart's own reasons -
sweet October Gold.

The cider has a message.
The pumpkin sparks a song.
Anthems for our passage,
as we move along.

Light glows at the window.
It gilds the window sill.
There's gold amid the shadow,
as sun climbs up the hill.

Chorus
Another day is dawning. I hear the song of Time.
This October morning, brings riches to the mind.
Here - in memory's season, are treasures we can hold,
warm with the heart's own reasons -
sweet October Gold.


( © 2002 - "Future Folk" Music - Betty J. Curtis )

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