SEPTEMBER IN THE RAIN 1937 l
THE LEAVES OF BROWN
CAME TUMBLING DOWN, REMEMBER?
THAT SEPTEMBER, IN THE RAIN.
THE SUN WENT OUT
JUST LIKE A DYING EMBER,
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.
