Maybe September
I'll love again
Maybe a rainbow
Will catch me then.
This little boy lost
Will find his 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 it's splendor
Maybe September
Love will come again.
A taller tree, a sweeter log
A bluer morning sky above.
And maybe come September
I'll share these wonders
With my love