Seventh of September

Remember when

We met at the shrine

Your kimono looked so fine

Temple dancers swaying

Flutes playing then

I was yours and you were mine



Paul Desmond on the stereo

We sipped the sake very slow

Kissing in the candleglow

That rainy night in Tokyo



We both got so hungry on the bullet train

Lugging our luggage through the station

Finding a taxi in the pouring rain



We must have made quite a sight

In love on a rainy night

And due for a little celebration



Safe from stormy weather

Together we

Stayed inside our room

Just admiring the typhoon

Heard the cats arrive

Nearly five but we

Were still making love in tune