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