Give me the birds, the books, the butterflies,
Give me the fresh air and the falling leaves,
Give me the soft winds and the morning fogs, the long walks and the croaking frogs, a red dress and a man to love…
September so divine.
Give me a river flowing gentle, strong,
Give me poems to read and saplings young,
Give me sunbeams glowing, mothers’ knowing, children growing, sailors going, wide-eyed wonders ever showing
September so divine.
Give me whisps that float and flags that whisper, pumpkins round and candles that flicker, crickets chirping as evening comes quicker,
September so divine.
My heart will never cease remember September so divine.