Songtexte August - Bobby Sherman

You sit in my lonely room touching
Every things you touch
I'm a poet without of tune
A painter without a brush

Everyone calls her August
But I call her mine
Though I need her and I want her so
To myself I'm only lying
Because I know she belongs to him
And I will never her again
She left alone with the summer wind
And scatter in dust August

We lived and die together
Of time will never can track
I knew I'd love her forever
But soon he'd be coming back
And now I feel her here deep inside
The woman in the steepe sweet surprise
That comes at once in each other live
So remember I must, August

August baby you come hear me now
Girl, whatever you do
Though you're always leaving of
And I always love you

So go and sit in my lonely room touching
Every things you touch
I'm a poet without of tune
A painter without a brush

And then when winter snows start to fall
I reach for her and then I recall
She left alone with the summer wind
And scatter in dust
August
August