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.
Writer(s): Georges Brassens, Joel Favreau, Ab Kelly, Pierre Nicolas
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