[Verse 1] The gravel turns beneath your shoes; The evening wears its autumn blues. An old farmhouse begins to glow; You take my arm, we take it slow. The summer crowds have disappeared; I’ve waited for this all the year. [Chorus] It’s October at the creek, And you’re smiling cheek to cheek. There’s a little harvest gold In the hand I get to hold. Let the leaves come drifting down; Let the seasons turn around. There’s no sweeter place to be Than October here with you and me. [Verse 2] We find a table near the pane; The garden shines from afternoon rain. You tell a story I know well; I love the way you always tell The part where all our plans went wrong, And somehow we kept moving on. [Chorus] It’s October at the creek, And you’re smiling cheek to cheek. There’s a little harvest gold In the hand I get to hold. Let the leaves come drifting down; Let the seasons turn around. There’s no sweeter place to be Than October here with you and me. [Saxophone Interlude] [Bridge] We’ve learned a thing the branches know: There comes a time for letting go. So leave the troubles of the week; Come walk beside me by the creek. [Final Chorus] It’s October at the creek, And you’re smiling cheek to cheek. There’s a little harvest gold In the hand I get to hold. Let the leaves come drifting down; Let the seasons turn around. There’s no sweeter place to be Than October here with you and me. [Outro] The porch light shines through an old oak tree; October saved a seat for you and me.
