October rain is bitter
and sad are crimson tears
wind's blowing up the litter
so frenzy, chill and fierce
But somebody is sleeping
five feet down in the dirt
at nights I hear her weeping
to die can realy hurt
And sometimes when we're lonley
I hear her sing a song
but she sing to me only
when nights are not too long
When rain falls down I often
watch the stormy main
but the sea will not soften
tears that will not drain