September Song - The Rat Pack

Dawn’s promising skies

Petals on a pool drifting

Imagine these in one pair of eyes

And this is my beloved

Strange spice from the south

Honey through the comb sifting

Imagine these in one eager mouth

And this is my beloved

And when s/he speaks and when s/he talks to me Music!

Mystery!

And when s/he moves And when s/he walks with me Paradise comes suddenly near

All that can stir All that can stun

All that’s for the heart’s lifting

Imagine these in one perfect one

And this is my beloved

And this is my beloved