THE THIRTEENTH MONTH Julie London with The Pete King Orchestra
It's the month of Remember ...
I hear his footsteps, and soon I will see The man who used to love the girl I used to be. Will we enact our final scene tear by tear? For its the thirteenth month of the year.
He'll stand before me; I'll send him away, And then too late I'll know I've wanted him to stay.
But for a little while at least, he'll be here To spend the thirteenth month of the year, The month of Remember.