September In the Rain
Two people running in the meadow,
life is just an ordinary show;
there’s nothing to lose and nothing to gain
in these grounds where the rain has lain.
The soft cold breeze blows in a haste,
two lovers smile and then they kiss;
there’s the blue sky above beyond the mist -
sweet songs to sing, there's nothing to miss.
It's September in the rain,
all we hear is the falling rain;
it's September in the rain,
walking on the grass so green.
We love to listen to the sweet birds sing,
the soft rain's caressing our skin;
it keeps on falling and we are trembling,
this time we enjoy it all again.
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