| Days are gettin’ shorter an’ the air a keener snap; Apples now are droppin’ into Mother Nature’s lap; The mist at dusk is risin’ over valley, marsh an’ fen An’ it’s just as plain as sunshine, winter’s comin’ on again. |
| The turkeys now are struttin’ round the old farmhouse once more; They are done with all their nestin’, and their hatchin’ days are o’er; Now the farmer’s cuttin’ fodder for the silo towerin’ high An’ he’s frettin’ an’ complainin’ ’cause the corn’s a bit too dry. |
| But the air is mighty peaceful an’ the scene is good to see, An’ there’s somethin’ in October that stirs deep inside o’ me; An’ I just can’t help believin’ in a God above us, when Everything is ripe for harvest an the frost is back again. |