SEPTEMBER IN THE RAIN
Writers Al Dubin, Harry Warren
The leaves of brown came tumblin’ 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 a sweet refrain Though spring is here, to me it’s still September 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 That September in the rain