And in Winter she cried December tears And in Summer she cried August tears And in Autumn she cried November tears And in Springtime she cried April tears
On the fat of the land The sacred calf, the fatted lamb
Cry Cassandra, while you can
The salted earth, a grain of sand These salty eyes don't understand Soon there won't be time to cry Buried up to her film-projector eyes
And in Winter she cried December tears And in Summer she cried August tears And in Autumn she cried November tears And in Springtime she cried April tears
But now she hasn't any tears to spare So she doesn't cry at all
Sing Cassandra, all night long
now she knows what eyes are for now she knows what tears are for now she knows that summers gone now she'll squander tears no more
