I can recall I felt divine, And the days were gold, like wine, I see the place we used to meet Towards late September
Under the church spires, traffic signs, Along canals, down street tram lines Between two warm hands held and a kiss, All this I remember
When she resolved to take her chance Was when she asked if I might dance It was all set up to be Tango of September,
And down the backstreets of my mind, And through the windows of my eyes, Our steps seems like yesterday’s, But by late December
I’d almost married an angel I’d nearly married an angel
She was the love, faith, surrender, I’d always expected, I’d never live to see the day, And the nights were like fire, dancing higher and higher, It was hard to keep yourself at bay And though the days making plans full of banquets and guest lists Were spent too late for early May, She’d become like my wife, in the time of my life, And I don’t regret she made me say,
I almost married an angel I nearly married an angel
And now it’s time to understand, And in my dreams she’ll lend a hand It was always going to be The love of a lifetime,
And down the backstreets of my mind, Through the boarded-up windows of my eyes There’s a place I see where we might meet, somewhere in time
I can recall every loaded-dice roll, And the good luck that never saw the light of day, Misconceptions of me, not important, you see, Because I’ll still love her anyway
And I know that when I get older I’ll still be believing That she’ll be coming back someday, Until then, each daybreak, Will renew the heart ache, There’s only one thing really left to say