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They were married in June
She was gone before the leaves were even turning
She said well, I knew he was a fool
But somehow thought my welfare concerned him

Must the one always have to change
Whilst the other must always remain
Must the cards all be dealt facing down?
Turn away, turn away, turn your blue skies to gray

Now, when it comes to September
I've got my own unhappy song
October, November, December
And still she is gone
Unhappy song

Well, he was torn between the romance and the mundane
And he was torn every morning
He was surprised or was he horrified to find
The mundane the more rewarding
She was upon him before he even knew it

And anyone who had a hat would surely know
It only rains when you leave it at home
And all the umbrellas are broke
Oh, save yourself a fiver, you're already soaking

Now come on, September
And sing me that old unhappy song
October, November, December
And still she is gone
Unhappy song

Well, there was ice beneath the snow
And everywhere else was closed
But the locks had been changed
Sure, the neighbors were the same, they said
You never should treat someone so bad

They were married in June
She was gone before the leaves were even turning
She said well, I knew he was a fool
But somehow thought my welfare concerned him

Must the one always have to change
Whilst the other must always remain
Must the cards all be dealt facing down?
Turn away, turn away, turn your blue skies to gray

Now, when it comes to September
I've got my own unhappy song
October, November, December
And still she is gone
Unhappy song
Unhappy song

Unhappy song