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