The song has been around for an age and I have heard it numerous times.<\/p>\n
But you know how it is… sometimes you see or hear something and it just hits you in a new way. Travel the same stretch of road, then one time you finally notice a breathtaking tree that had always been there… and perhaps from that point on, you will always make note of its presence.<\/p>\n
This morning I heard an “old standard”… I knew the stage production where the song had come from… I didn’t realize that Jerry Ohrbach recorded it and that he was in the original Broadway cast… but that piece of information was a mere curiousity.<\/p>\n
For some reason, this morning I concentrated on the lyrics… and it just hit me a little harder than I expected. Maybe it has to do with all this writing and reflecting I engage in… maybe it’s the time of the year, or better put the time in my years.<\/em><\/p>\n I share with you the lyrics… which I think stand alone quite well. But give yourself a treat… seek out a recording of it, too. You may want to give Ohrbach’s version a listen if you haven’t heard it… others who have recorded may have had better “pipes”; but I love the gentle emotion he brings to the words.<\/p>\n Try to remember the kind of September Try to remember the kind of September Try to remember when life was so tender Try to remember when life was so tender Deep in December it’s nice to remember Deep in December it’s nice to remember <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" The song has been around for an age and I have heard it numerous times. But you know how it is… sometimes you see or hear something and it just hits you in a new way. Travel the same stretch … Continue reading
\nWhen life was slow and oh so mellow
\nTry to remember the kind of September
\nWhen grass was green and grain yellow<\/p>\n
\nWhen you were a tender and callow fellow
\nTry to remember and if you remember
\nThen follow<\/p>\n
\nThat no one wept except the willow
\nTry to remember when life was so tender
\nThat dreams were kept beside your pillow<\/p>\n
\nThat love was an ember about to billow
\nTry to remember and if you remember
\nThen follow<\/p>\n
\nAlthough you know the snow will follow
\nDeep in December it’s nice to remember
\nWithout a hurt the heart is hollow<\/p>\n
\nThe fire of September that made you mellow
\nDeep in December our hearts should remember
\nAnd follow…<\/p>\n