"The leaves of brown came tumbling down
Remember, in 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 our sweet refrain.
Though spring is here, to me it is still September
Remember, in 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 our sweet refrain.
Though spring is here, to me it is still September
That September in the rain."
Frank Sinatra