Make September Last

Make September Last
Copyright © John thomas Oaks and Tommy Oaks, Caliora Music Publishing, ASCAP

AUGUST BUILDS A BRIDGE
BETWEEN THE SUMMER AND THE FALL
WALK WITH ME ACROSS THE SPAN
AND LISTEN FOR THE AUTUMN’S CALL
THESE SLOW AND SULTRY AUGUST DAYS
HAVE KEPT MY SPIRITS LOW
THEY’VE HAD THEIR WAY
AND I, FOR ONE, AM GLAD TO SEE THEM GO

SEPTEMBER IS A CUP OF CIDER
SIPPED BENEATH A HARVEST MOON
A WHISPERED WIND THAT SINGS A SONG
WE NEVER HEARD IN JUNE

SEPTEMBER IS A CAROUSEL
A CHANCE TO CATCH A GOLDEN RING
MUSIC IN THE MOUNTAINS
AND A SONG OF HOPE TO SING

EV’RY SEASON COMES, AND THEN IT’S PAST
KNOWING THAT THE SEASONS END
LET’S MAKE SEPTEMBER LAST

OCTOBER IS A REQUIEM
A FINAL WORD—A FAREWELL KISS
IT OFFERS YOU A COAT AND SAYS,
“REMEMBER WHAT YOU’LL MISS.”

SEPTEMBER SPEAKS IN SOFTER TONES
SHE STIRS A FIRE AND SINGS A SONG
“NOW’S THE TIME TO LOVE THAT WELL
“THAT WE MUST LEAVE ERE LONG.”

THE HOURS AND THE DAYS WILL GO SO FAST
KNOWING HOW THE TIME CAN FLY
LET’S MAKE SEPTEMBER LAST

EV’RY SEASON COMES, AND THEN IT’S PAST
KNOWING THAT THE SEASONS END
LET’S MAKE SEPTEMBER LAST