Jones Tom

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 callow fellow,

Try to remember and if you remember then follow.

Try to remember when life was so tender

that no one wept except the willow.

Try to remember when life was so tender that

dreams were kept beside your pillow.

Try to remember when life was so tender that

love was an ember about to billow.

Try to remember and if you remember then 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 the 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 remember and follow.