For which September the cure is
For lovers, there's where the lure is
Though I know that it's so
Did I need spring
One can find a perpetual thing
It's merely spring
Though they say it's spring, it's you
It may be spring
That wondrous day that you caught me
You're what I'm clinging to
That evil thing
Something more than a seasonal thing
Though it was spring
If poets sing
To the fact that I'm in doubt of
I'm a lark on the wing
This magic we share together
Heavenly, hazy hue
With the right one in sight
Though now I'm much more grown up
That gave the whole world this crazy
Though I'm poetic too
To bring the ring that you bought me
They say it's May
This feeling light as a feather
Could it be spring
Then poets plights are pathetic
This they are sure is true
I fear that I must own up
But when the robins stop singing
That's made me daft as a daisy
Came with the weather too
That when a hard sympathetic
They say it's spring
They say it's spring
Darling I thought we knew
I'm the spark of a firefly's fling
It's May, they say
What the modern cynics shout of
That my fancy may turn in the spring
They say this thing
Those bells that I can hear ringing
Yet to me this must be
