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

 Cry Cassandra all night long