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
that no one wept
except the willow.
Try to remember
when life was so tender
that dreams were kept
beside your pillow.
Try to remember
when life was so tender
that 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 the hurt
the heart is hollow.
Deep in December
it's nice to remember
the fire of September
that made us mellow.
Deep in December
our hearts should remember
and follow follow follow.