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 stairs.
|
A door that I forever close,
|
To leave those memories there.
|
|
So when the shadows link them,
|
And leaves have turned to dust.
|
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 crawl 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 in,
|
September when it comes.
|
|
-----------------
|
September When It Comes
|
| Rosanne Cash |
