Fred Bongusto
Fred Bongusto
Fred Bongusto
Fred Bongusto
Fred Bongusto
Fred Bongusto
Fred Bongusto
Fred Bongusto
Fred Bongusto
Fred Bongusto
Fred Bongusto
Fred Bongusto
The leaves of brown came tumblin' down, remember
In September in the rain
The sun went out just like a dying ember
That September in the rain
To every word of love I heard you whisper
The raindrops seemed to play a sweet refrain
Though spring is here, to me it's still September
That September in the rain
September, September, September... in the rain
Amore, è tanto triste dirsi addio
Cuore mio, va così
To every word of love I heard you whisper
The raindrops seemed to play a sweet refrain
Though spring is here, to me it's still September
That September in the rain
September, September, September... in the rain
September in the rain was written by Alfredo Bracchi & Harry Warren & Al Dubin.