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 the 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.
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.
