September's getting quiet.
Our friends are all away.
The nights are drawing in
Too dark, The Golf, to play.
It's Autumn on the Mainland,
The leaves begin to fall.
Here the winds are picking up,
The creels are all to haul.

Little time is spent at home
When October, it comes in.
A spell away at Tup sales
And nights spent around Oban.
The clocks Change back, this month,
again,
So Winter's coming on.
With Hallowe'en and more rain,
But perhaps a little sun.