Summer came and left without a warning
The candle burns at both ends
And summer heat can make you restless as the wind
So wild and free but seasons change
Where will you be when summer ends
Another summerAnother vacation is overA September morning,With the sun and the smell of the clover
Why did summer go so quickly, was it something that you said?
When you knew that it was over you were suddenly aware
That the autumn leaves were turning to the color of her hair
We know that in September, we will wander through warm winds of summer's wreckage
It was a lovely afternoon—such an afternoon as only September can produce when summer has stolen back for one more day of dream and glamour
There is a time in late September when the leaves are still green and the days are still warm,
but somehow you know that it is all about to end,
as if summer was holding its breath,
and when it let it out again, it would be autumn
the best of the summer gone,
and the new fall not yet born.
The odd uneven time.
September tries its best to have us forget summer
in memory of golden summer hours
and whispers of a summer sea.
By all these lovely tokens,
September days are here.
With summer's best of weather and autumn's best of cheer
