To Anne, September Fifteenth Songtext / Lyric

To Anne, September Fifteenth

(Le 22 Septembre)

(Andrew Kelly)



One September Fifteenth you packed up and deserted

And on each anniversary of that date aforesaid

I'd weep copious tears – in your memory Anne.

Well the day's come once more but my heart is like granite

And there's not more drop left to fall from my eyelids,



On September Fifteenth now, I just don't – give a damn!

Nevermore will you see when the dead leaves are falling

That poor soul just the least bit like me and recalling

The deep grief of each leaf – in your memory Anne.

When I hear the September Song sung my heart hardens

Don't ask me to help sweep up the leaves in your garden,






On September Fifteenth now, I just don't – give a damn!

In the past, arms outspread to make wings, I would follow

On the way to the skies as if chasing the swallow

Nearly breaking my neck – in your memory Anne.

That's all over my Icarus complex is not on

And one swallow's departure does not mean it's Autumn,



On September Fifteenth now, I just don't – give a damn!

I've religiously kept your bouquet by my fireplace

Everlasting flowers tied with your ribbons and old lace

That I'd water with tears – in your memory Anne.

Now I'm going to lay them on someone's grave, fondly,

Since eternal regret is a thing that's beyond me:



On September Fifteenth now, I just don't – give a damn!

From now what remains of my heart will march gladly

To the Equinox, keeping in step, and not sadly

With irregular pace –in your memory Anne:

For the fire has died and there's no more heat left but

A faint glow in the ash not enough to roast chestnuts



On September Fifteenth now, I just don't – give a damn!

Though it's sad to be no longer sad – without Anne.