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 the 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 lark A bluer morning sky above And maybe come September I'll share these wonders with my love.