Maybe September,
I'll love again,
Maybe a rainbow
Will catch me then,
This little boy's lost
Will find his way once more,
Just like before,

When lips were tender,
The shade of the willow,
When love was born
A face on the 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 log,
A bluer morning sky above,
And maybe come September
I will share these wonders
With my love.