джаз, Музыка Для Работы, Спокойный джаз, Jazz Saxophone September rain

The calendar pages are turning too fast
I’m looking back at the shadows I cast
The summer was warm, but the breeze is now cold
A story of life that is waiting to be told
The mirror reveals what the heart tries to hide
The changing of tides inside

September rain falls on the street
Washing the memories bitter and sweet
I’ve walked a long road to get where I am
A lion sometimes, and sometimes a lamb
The days are shorter, the nights are so deep
I have promises I have to keep
Before I sleep... inside the September rain.

I remember the laughter, I remember the tears
The foolish mistakes of my younger years
But I wouldn't trade a single day
I did it my own, peculiar way
Now the leaves are turning to gold and to brown
The curtain is slowly coming down

But there is beauty in the autumn light
A wisdom that comes in the middle of the night
I’m not afraid of the winter snow
I’m ready for the next show

The days are shorter, the nights are so deep
I have promises I have to keep
September rain...
It’s a beautiful rain.