Try to remember the kind of SeptemberWhen life was slow and, oh, so mellowTry to remember the kind of SeptemberWhen grass was green and grain was yellowTry to remember the kind of SeptemberWhen you were a tender and callow fellowTry to remember and if you rememberThen followTry to remember when life was so tenderThat no one wept except the willowTry to remember when life was so tenderThat dreams were kept beside your pillowTry to remember when life was so tenderThat love was an ember about to billowTry to remember and if you rememberThen followDeep in December, it's nice to rememberAlthough you know the snow will followDeep in December, it's nice to rememberWithout a hurt, the heart is hollowDeep in December, it's nice to rememberThe fire of September that made us mellowDeep in December, our hearts should rememberAnd follow, follow, follow your heart
