Pulling bulls, hauling bails, grains about done ripening

Summer wanes so lifts the veil on the haunting Augusts brought me

Foreboding feeling in my bones insists there's weather coming

Though the meadowlarks are calling, cows ain't bawling, no thunderhead

Goodbye banjo moon, hiya buckskin

Harvests starting, there's fires in Montan-again

Haze hangs heavy like a heartache

Stinging in my eyes

Prairie gold, hayfever, I'm grieving

August

Bracing in the stillness makes a gust out of a breath of wind

Stirring up old settled dust summoning ghosts of loss and false promise

Farming accidents, Red Bird matches the eighth month killed my innocence

Learned sorrow's love with no home and you don't always reap what you sow

Goodbye banjo moon, hiya buckskin

Harvests starting, there's fires in Montan-again

Haze hangs heavy like a heartache

Stinging in my eyes

Prairie gold, hayfever, I'm grieving

August

Rivers low, rivers slow - but she won't stop for nothing

In that fact I have found hope, just as I've found tough loving

Goodbye banjo moon, hiya buckskin

Harvests starting, there's fires in Montan-again

Haze hangs heavy like a heartache

Stinging in my eyes

Prairie gold, hayfever, I'm grieving

August