September Morn from September Morn by Parlormuse

What was this dream I had yesterday,
What was this scene at the break of day,
Down by the stream in my dream was a vision,
Beautiful and fair;
Just like a child in its baby hours,
Just like the perfume of summer flow’rs,
There in the gold of the dawn she was standing,
Fascinating maid;

September morn,
Oh my beautiful
September morn,
I dream of you while the dew
In the morning is falling,
Dream while the birds
In the night are calling
September morn,
Oh my fascinating
September morn
I’m waiting
In the nightlight
For the bright light,
September morn,
September morn!

Night comes again I am waiting for,
My dream returns to me just once more,
I cannot rest I must wait in the twilight,
For the dawn and you,
No dream was ever so dear to me,
So once again just appear to me,
There in the dawn in the morn, I’ll be dreaming
Dreaming just of you.

September morn,
Oh my beautiful
September morn,
I dream of you while the dew
In the morning is falling,
Dream while the birds
In the night are calling
September morn,
Oh my fascinating
September morn
I’m waiting
In the nightlight
For the bright light,
September morn,
September morn!

• 1900s
• Americana
• Folk
• Victorian
• alternative Americana
• folk
• melancholia
• pop folk
• steampunk
• Willoughby