To every word of love I heard you whisper,
The raindrops seemed to play a sweet refrain.
Though spring is here,
To me it's still September,
That September in the rain.
To every word of love I heard you whisper,
The raindrops seemed to play a sweet refrain.
Though spring is here,
To me it's still September,
That September in the rain.
My daydreams lie buried in autumn leaves,
They're covered with autumn rain.
The time is sweet September, the place a shady lane.
I'm riding the wings of an autumn breeze
Back to my memories.
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