Walking in places I should not be
Quietly, softly
Walking in places I should not be
On an October morning

The wind is blowing kisses at me
Quietly, softly
The wind is blowing kisses at me
On an October morning

Robin is dead and he sings to me
Quietly, softly
Robin is dead and he sings to me
On an October morning

He knows I love you more than he
Quietly, softly
He knows I love you more than he
On an October morning

The falling leaves cover me
Quietly, softly
The falling leaves cover me
On an October morning

If I were a worm, how happy I'd be
Quietly, softly
If I were a worm, how happy I'd be
On an October morning