I cry till tomorrow? Would I keep the non-believers away? Remember that late night last September When you held me in, in your arms so tight I was feeling kind
yellow Try to remember the kind of September When you were a young and callow fellow Try to remember and if you remember Then follow, follow Try to remember
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, so yellow
yellow Try to remember the kind of September When you were young and the callow fallow Try to remember and if you remember Then follow, follow Try to remember
our children But why don't we, try to remember that kind of September When life was slow and oh, so mellow Try to remember, and if you remember then
was yellow Try to remember the kind of September When you were young and callow fellow Try to remember and if you remember Then follow, follow Try to remember
yellow Try to remember the kind of September when you were a tender and happy fellow Try to remember and if you remember then follow follow Try to remember
Maybe you couldn't buy that kind of publicity. [Velma Kelly] Couldn't buy it? I guess I can keep these then. [Mama Morton] Let's try. If you want my
Premiere: Tuesday, May 3, 1960 Try to remember the kind of September When life was slow and oh, so mellow. Try to remember the kind of September When
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
was on the horizon And forewarned y'all is it any wonder What kind of ground you goin' under? A September ender to March madness, remember? You never
yellow Try to remember the kind of September When you were a tender and a callow fellow Try to remember and if you remember Then follow Try to remember
was yellow. Try to remember the kind of September when you were a tender and callow fellow, Try to remember and if you remember the follow. Try to remember
'll be over in Cornwall somewhere I try walking in our footsteps These days passing in a time lapse I went trough anger, hate and frustration searching for some kind
Would I cry till tomorrow? Would I keep the non-believers away? Remember that late night last September When you held me in your arms so tight I was feeling kind
Try to remember the kind of September when you were a young and callow fellow. Try to remember and if you remember, then follow, follow. Try to remember
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 so yellow