Maybe September I'll love again Maybe a rainbow Will catch me then This little girl lost Will find her way once more Just like before When lips were tender
The shade of a willow Where love was born A face on a pillow In early morn I still see that golden world In all its splendor Maybe September Love will come again
A taller tree, a sweeter lark A bluer morning sky above Then maybe come September I'll share these wonders With my love