Try to remember the kind of september
When life was slow and oh, so mellow,
Try to remember the kind of september
When grass was green and grain was yellow.
Try to remember when life was so tender that
No one wept except the willow.
Deep in December it's nice to remember although
You know the snow will follow.
Try to remember the kind of September
When you were a tender and callow fellow.
Try to remember the kind of September
When love say an ember about to willow.
Deep in December, it's nice to remember the fire
Of September that made us mellow.
Try to remember and if you remember, then
Deep in December our hearts should remember, and
Follow, follow, follow, follow, follow.
