There's a cross above the baby's bed, A Saviour in her dreams. But she was not delivered then, And the baby became me. There's a light inside the darkened room, A footstep on the stair. A door that I forever close, To leave those memories there.
So when the shadows link them, Into an evening sun. Well first there's summer, then I'll let you in. September when it comes.
I plan to crawl outside these walls, Close my eyes and see. And fall into the heart and arms, Of those who wait for me. I cannot move a mountain now; I can no longer run. I cannot be who I was then: In a way, I never was.
I watch the clouds go sailing; I watch the clock and sun. Oh, I watch myself, depending on, September when it comes.
So when the shadows link them, And burn away the clouds. They will fly me, like an angel, To a place where I can rest. When this begins, I'll let you know, September when it comes.
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