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 happy fellow
Try to remember and if you remember
Then follow, follow.

Try to remember when life was so tender
That no one had wept except the willow
Try to remember when life was so tender
When dreams were kept beside your pillow.

And deep in December it's nice to remember
Too fire of September that made us mellow
Try to remember and if you remember
Then follow, follow...