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 the kind of September
When you were a tender and callow fellow.
Try to remember and if you remember
then follow, follow.
Try to remember when life was so tender
When no one wept except the willow.
Try to remember when life was so tender
When dreams were kept beside your pillow.
Try to remember when life was so tender
When love was an ember about to billow.
Try to remember and if you remember
then follow, follow.
Deep in December it's nice to remember
Although you know the snow will follow.
Deep in December it's nice to remember
Without a hurt the heart will hollow.
Deep in December
it's nice to remember
The fire of September that made you mellow.
Deep in December our hearts should remember and follow, follow.
written by Tom Jones and Harvey Shmidt
I have always considered September the month of summer for grown ups. The kids are back at school and the parks and spaces are quiet and uncrowded and the sun still shines. September in the Northwest is a little bit of heaven. Beautiful paintings!
ReplyDeletehey Katherine good to hear from you! and yes, I like that -it IS for us grown ups!
ReplyDelete