You wonder how these things begin.
Well, this begins with a glen.
It begins with a season which,
For want of a better word,
We might as well call – September.from The Fantasticks

“September Song” is about commitment. In 9 days I will be celebrating my 9th wedding anniversary on 09-09-09. Carol Anne and I met on stage in the spring of 1996 and soon fell in love during fall production of “The Fantasticks” at The Green Room Theatre of Newton, North Carolina. I asked for Carol’s hand in marriage with the cloak and dagger help of friends and family on the second Saturday night in September of 1999 and wed one year later on the ninth day in September of the year 2000. Our ceremony was held on stage in the Charles E. Jeffers Theatre of Hickory Theatre at 3 o’clock. Our vows were Shakespeare. A celebration immediately followed downstairs in the Firemen’s Kitchen. Guests were encouraged to dress medieval and bring to share a photograph of themselves with one or both of the “betrothed.”

September Song
Words and Music by Jeff Hartman

Lights up
Enter “Nothing Left to Give”
I can’t go on like it’s not ending
There’s no one here you’d be offending if you took
Take me home and tuck me in

Gives up
Enter You
Where there’s a “Will” there is a way
Where there’s a go there is a stay
Stay

Could’ve been meat
Could’ve been cake
Could’ve been her
Could’ve been me six feet under ground

Why I
Well I wanna testify
Sanctify on artificial holy ground
All the king’s men
All the things then
“He who brings ten
Among nine bad if one be good”

Gotta choice
Gonna make it
Gotta chance
Gonna take it
‘Round and ’round and ’round we go

Doubt the stars are fire
Doubt the sun doth move
Doubt truth to be a liar
But never doubt
Never doubt
Never doubt
Never doubt I love

Time’s up
Put your pencils down
No more questions
No more answers
Dress the stage and hire dancers dancing
Dance
I hope you do

What’s up must come down
Happy Ending
Happy Days
Leaving lovers fifty ways

It all depends on what you pay

I love the way I hate the way I love the way I didn’t have a choice
Alone was my intention
I didn’t care for your invention
But the thrill was unexpected
Time stood still
I stood corrected

Well aware of the infection
Soon withdrawing my objection
Wait
The weight was overrated
Bearing crosses unrelated

You are water
You are heat
You’re Polaris
You’re September
You are sunlight
You are moonlight
You are mountains
You are valleys
You are love
You are love
Love
You are

*Contains an interpolation from the composition “Metaphor” written by Tom Jones and Harvey Schmidt, Chappell and Co., publishers.