In mid-September,
when I grow old and cannot remember,
when the leaves fall from trees,
when my soul cannot seem to flee,

A never-ending story I will tell,
on the world I cast a spell,
to the sea I surrender,
to you I promise a forever,

Time has a way to time,
to trick you for a lifetime,
to age and age along the way,
to lie and lie to call it a day,

An end must come and I will die,
Offer me flowers and the pain will subside,
Hush little baby please do not cry,
Hush little baby please do not cry.