(Verse 1) A yellow glow from the corner streetlight, Watching kids in plastic masks cut through the night. The brownstones stand quiet under wires strung low, As the first cold city wind starts to blow. It doesn’t just rattle the fire escape, It slips down the alley and under the grate. (Chorus) Oh, the wind knows where the summer went, It carries the ghost of a candy-sweet scent. It remembers the heat on the sun-baked stone, And it sings it back through the streets left alone. Your laugh off the stoop and the vows that we made, The wind holds tight while the jack-o’-lanterns fade. (Verse 2) It sweeps past the bodega where the lights stay on, Gathering whispers from the stoops it’s gone. Dry leaves skitter under parked cars in the dark, While distant sirens cut the quiet like a spark. A lingering warmth from that August night, Woven through the dusk in a porch-light shine. It brushes my face like a hand I used to hold, Turning yesterday’s sunlight into streetlamp gold. A pumpkin glows soft on a windowsill high, As the wind keeps moving and the evening slips by. (Chorus) Oh, the wind knows where the summer went, It carries the ghost of a candy-sweet scent. It remembers the heat on the sun-baked stone, And it sings it back through the streets left alone. Your laugh off the stoop and the vows that we made, The wind holds tight while the jack-o’-lanterns fade. (Bridge) It hums a lonely refrain down the telephone wire, Cooling down the embers of a fading fire. You can hear the past if you stand real still— An echo of June on an October hill. (Outro) Blow low, blow slow, take the last of the light. Halloween has arrived, and the warm days are done. The wind remembers what the heart tries to keep, Singing summer gently to sleep.
