Its a melody to a poem I made once......

the chairs are again

around the table

the rain is laying

like a cloth

the people

that should have

been around it

have all left

at the first sign

of autum

As I remember

you where

at the table

hoping

the rain would stop

but the rain

is comming

its the sign of autum

I am born a septemberday......

(The poem is translated from danish)