September I'll remember

A love once new has now grown old.

April come she will
When streams are ripe and swelled with rain.
May, she will stay,

Resting in my arms again.

June, shell change her tune, 

In restless walks shell prowl the night.
July, she will fly

And give no warning to her flight.

August, die she must, 

The autumn winds blow chilly and cold.
September I'll remember

A love once new has now grown old.