Maybe September - Shirley Horn

Maybe September

I’ll love again

Maybe a rainbow

Will catch me then

This little boy lost

Will find his way once more

Just like before

When lips were tender

The shade of a willow

Where love was born

A face on a pillow

In early morn

I still see that golden world

In all it’s splendor

Maybe September

Love will come again

A taller tree, a sweeter log

A bluer morning sky above

And maybe come September

I’ll share these wonders

With my love