Try to remember the kind of SeptemberWhen life was slow and oh, so mellow.
Try to remember the kind of SeptemberWhen grass was green and grain was yellow.
Try to remember the kind of SeptemberWhen you were a tender and callow fellow.
Try to remember, and if you remember,Then follow.
Follow, follow
Try to remember when life was so tenderThat no one wept except the willow.
Try to remember when life was so tenderThat dreams were kept beside your pillow.
Try to remember when life was so tenderThat love was an ember about to billow.
Try to remember, and if you remember,Then follow.
Follow, follow
Follow, 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 a 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 rememberAnd follow.
