Oh, September

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6 Aug 1980

oh, September
why’d you have to come so soon
just when I finally started to have some fun
I remember well
the spell of an August moon
and I was just gettin used to livin in the sun
look what you’ve done,
September

summer’s warmth is gone now
there’s that coolness in the air
seems like love is changing with the leaves
how can I be happy when the trees stand stripped and bare
it’s plain to see it’s summertime that this boy needs

oh, September
why’d you have to come so soon
just when I finally started to have some fun
I remember well
the spell of an August moon
and I was just gettin used to livin in the sun
look what you’ve done,
September

sing your praise to autumn and the harvest of the seed
but I can’t take these gray days and this rain
fall has fallen and left me with nothing but a need
and I don’t see how spring could ever take this need away

oh, September
I remember well
the spell of an August moon
and I was just gettin used to livin in the sun
look what you’ve done
September
come on ahead
December

℗ © 1986 Dweller by the Light Stream Music, assigned to Creative Measures (ASCAP)

2011 Notes:

I used to get asked to sing at weddings all the time, and by the time I wrote this song, I had grown to hate them. Well, maybe hate's too strong a word. Let's just say I was getting awfully tired of participating in a ceremony where I felt I'd never be able to be the guest of honor. Singer, sure. Best man or groomsman, sure. But never the groom. Guess it was my version of "always a bridesmaid, never a bride" syndrome.

Anyway, I'd been invited to the wedding of a childhood friend. You know, the kind of friend that shows up alongside you in all your baby pictures? It was a nice wedding, and I was doing fine, all the way up to the "garter part." At that point, I usually felt pretty out of it for obvious reasons, and just wanted to escape. And on this particular occasion, I did escape. Out into the street. I walked back and forth under the streetlight and the August moon, dreaming of another August moon, and wrote this song.