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.