Well, the sun's not so hot in the sky today
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and you know I can see summertime slipping on away.
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A few more geese are gone, a few more leaves turning red,
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but the grass is as soft as a feather in a featherbed.
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So I'll be king and you'll be queen, our kingdom's gonna be this little patch of green.
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Won't you lie down here right now in this September grass?
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Won't you lie down with me now, September grass.
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Oh, the memory is like the sweetest pain. Yeah, I kissed the girl at a football game.
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I can still smell the sweat and the grass stains.
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We walked home together, I was never the same.
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But that was a long time ago, and where is she now? I don't know.
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Won't you lie down here right now in this September grass?
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Won't you lie down with me now, September grass.
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Oh, September grass is the sweetest kind, it goes down easy like apple wine.
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Hope you don't mind if I pour you some, made that much sweeter by the winter to come.
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Do you see those ants dancing on a blade of grass?
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Do you know what I know? That's you and me, baby.
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We're so small and the world's so vast, we found each other down in the grass.
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Won't you lie down here right now in this September grass?
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Won't you lie down with me now, September grass.
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Lie down, lie down, lie down, lie down.
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Won't you lie down here right now in this September grass?
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Won't you lie down with me now, September grass.
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Won't you lie down here right now in this September grass?
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Won't you lie down with me now, September grass...
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September Grass
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| James Taylor |
