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Hello
I was born in the heart of a hurricane season
In the house where my mama was raised
That old September wind feels just like a long lost friend
And I...
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I want to run through those cottonwood trees
Fall asleep in a big bed of fresh fallen leaves
And in every wind that blows there's a song of letting go
It's not goodbye, it's hello
When we met underneath the blue skies of summer
And those summer skies turned into fall
That sweet September wind made us so must more than friends
One Night...
And we ran through those cottonwood trees
We made love in a big bed of fresh fallen leaves
And in every wind that blows there's an innocence that knows
It's not goodbye, it's hello
In the moment that one thing ends
Is the same time that one begins
And return as we must
We are ashes to dust, amen.
When the days of my youth have all faded
And the memories are all that remain
Let that old September wind take me back to where I've been
So I...
Chorus:
I can run through those cottonwood trees
And remember the smell of those fresh fallen leaves
Now in every wind that blows there's a part of me that knows
It's not goodbye, it's hello
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It's not goodbye, it's hello
Now in every wind that blows there's a part of me that knows
And remember the smell of those fresh fallen leaves
I can run through those cottonwood trees
Chorus:
So I...
Let that old September wind take me back to where I've been
And the memories are all that remain
When the days of my youth have all faded
We are ashes to dust, amen.
And return as we must
Is the same time that one begins
In the moment that one thing ends
It's not goodbye, it's hello
And in every wind that blows there's an innocence that knows
We made love in a big bed of fresh fallen leaves
And we ran through those cottonwood trees
One Night...
That sweet September wind made us so must more than friends
And those summer skies turned into fall
When we met underneath the blue skies of summer
It's not goodbye, it's hello
And in every wind that blows there's a song of letting go
Fall asleep in a big bed of fresh fallen leaves
I want to run through those cottonwood trees
Chorus:
And I...
That old September wind feels just like a long lost friend
In the house where my mama was raised
I was born in the heart of a hurricane season
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