Songs of August (Live)

When the frogs stop croaking and the grass turns brown 

And the water in the river starts going down

The nights are colder but the sun still shines

In the heart of this old sleepy town

It's the time of the year when all the boys come home

From fishing all summer and it ain't so lone

Driving eighty down the highway nine

The road that takes me back in time

I haven't seen these faces in some time

The songs of August always make me want to cry

And I miss these days dancing with you

Like a dream that passed me by when I'm feeling blue

I can see blue sky through a smoky haze

And it tugs my heart in so many ways

But August brings all the happier days

The hippies all dance and a string band plays

Now I'm standing here with a heart of stone

Just trying to find my way back home

These good old times still feel like silver and gold

I hope it makes me smile when I get old

I haven't seen these faces in some time

The songs of August always make me want to cry

And I miss these days dancing with you

Like a dream that passed me by when I'm feeling blue