| Song | October To May |
| Artist | Dave Cousins |
| Album | Two Weeks Last Summer |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Cousins | |
| Cousins | |
| Summer's gone come chill October days | |
| We will stroll through russet trees | |
| Through the fallen leaves of oak and sycamore | |
| That carpet earth through harsh December freeze. | |
| Fireworks and children with eyes that sparkle bright | |
| In November's Guy Fawkes flames | |
| Parents thinking of their forgotten years | |
| As they join in with their children's games. | |
| December brings nostalgic Santa Claus | |
| Toys and shining Christmas trees | |
| Families huddled round their open fires | |
| As they wait for winter's grip to ease. | |
| Seaside piers, iron girders gaunt and still | |
| Gone the crowds of yesterday | |
| Icy fingers in the sea at night | |
| Sad and empty tears the first of May. |
| zuo ci : Cousins | |
| Cousins | |
| Summer' s gone come chill October days | |
| We will stroll through russet trees | |
| Through the fallen leaves of oak and sycamore | |
| That carpet earth through harsh December freeze. | |
| Fireworks and children with eyes that sparkle bright | |
| In November' s Guy Fawkes flames | |
| Parents thinking of their forgotten years | |
| As they join in with their children' s games. | |
| December brings nostalgic Santa Claus | |
| Toys and shining Christmas trees | |
| Families huddled round their open fires | |
| As they wait for winter' s grip to ease. | |
| Seaside piers, iron girders gaunt and still | |
| Gone the crowds of yesterday | |
| Icy fingers in the sea at night | |
| Sad and empty tears the first of May. |
| zuò cí : Cousins | |
| Cousins | |
| Summer' s gone come chill October days | |
| We will stroll through russet trees | |
| Through the fallen leaves of oak and sycamore | |
| That carpet earth through harsh December freeze. | |
| Fireworks and children with eyes that sparkle bright | |
| In November' s Guy Fawkes flames | |
| Parents thinking of their forgotten years | |
| As they join in with their children' s games. | |
| December brings nostalgic Santa Claus | |
| Toys and shining Christmas trees | |
| Families huddled round their open fires | |
| As they wait for winter' s grip to ease. | |
| Seaside piers, iron girders gaunt and still | |
| Gone the crowds of yesterday | |
| Icy fingers in the sea at night | |
| Sad and empty tears the first of May. |