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 it’s the thirteenth month of the year He'll stand before me, I'll send him away And then too late I’ll know I 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