Maybe September I'll love again;
Maybe a rainbow will catch me then.
This little boy lost will find his way once more
Just like before when lips were tender
The shade of a willow where love was born
A face on the pillow in early morn
I still see that golden world in all it's splendor -
Maybe September love will come again.
A taller tree, a sweeter lark,
A bluer morning sky above -
And maybe come September,
I'll share these wonders with my love.