Now.

Well, the sun's not so hot in the sky today

You know I can see summertime slipping on away.
A few more geese are gone, a few more leaves turning red,
But the grass is as soft as a feather in a featherbed.

So I'll be king and you'll be queen, 

Our kingdom's gonna be this little patch of green.
Won't you lie down here right now in this September grass?
Won't you lie down with me now, September grass.

John Sheldon, from "September Grass"