Bobby Sherman – August lyrics

Here I sit in my lonely room touching everything she touched
I’m a poet without a tune, a painter without a brush
Everyone calls her August, but I call her mine
Though I need her and want her so, to myself I’m only lyin'
Because I know she belongs to him, and I will never see her again
She left along with the summer wind, and the scatterin’ dust
August
We lived and died together
Of time we never kept track
I knew I’d love her forever, but soon he’d be coming back.
And now I feel her here deep inside
The warm and innocent sweet surprise
That comes but once in each of our lives
So, remember I must, August
August if you can hear me now, girl whatever you do
Know you’re always near me now, and I’ll always love you
So here I sit in my lonely room touching everything she touched
I’m a poet without a tune, a painter without a brush
And now when Winter snow starts to fall, I reach for her and then recall
She left along with the summer wind, and the scatterin’ dust
August, August