Lyrics

Half-moon on an October day
No good songs on the radio
There’s a suitcase that will not travel
It wonders what it was made for
But there’s a new guitar on the horizon
And a banjo rolls gently on the breeze
But the warm tones of King Cole and Simone
Say it best
It’s the first frost of the year
The last summer dust flies through the sky
And it’s too late to give up
But to early to say goodbye
And the good girls have all gone out to pasture
And the though ones call all the shots
I wish I knew which one I was but I do not
But I know that every verse needs words to turn you on
And every chorus needs a lot of voices to sing along
Sing along