Maybe September I love again 
Maybe a rainbow 
Will catch me then 
This little boy's eyes 
Will find his way once more 
Just like before 
When lips were tender 
The sway of the willow 
When love was born 
face on the pillow 
When early moan 
I still see that golden world 
In all it's splendor 
Maybe September 
Love [bad word] again 
taller tree, a sweeter log 
bluer morning sky above 
And [bad word] September 
I will set these wonders 
With my love