Kate Wolf - September song

The wild geese flew over^Emhead in Pennsyl^Gvania ^A I ^Dthought of a few choice ^Emwords I ought to ^Gsend you ^A You ^Emknow if I thought it was ^Aright I'd pre^Emtend that you were ^Ghere with me to^Anight ^D

The ghost of a frontier ^Emlady walked through the ^Gtall rooms ^A Of an ^Dold Ontario ^Emfarmhouse under a ^Gfull moon ^A We ^Emsat in the kitchen all ^Anight ^EmDrinking good whiskey un^Atil the morning ^Dlight

Did you ^Emever think I would ^Ago Out on this ^Droad^G you told me I would ^Atake Long a^Dgo? ^{Em A D}

On a Roanoke back-road, ^Emlaughing beside a ^Gcold stove ^A We sang for ^Dold black Francis and ^EmBessie, songs about ^Gtrue love ^A All the ^Emsongs I ever kn^Aew ^EmCame back to me and ^Gbrought me back to ^Ayou

The ^Dleaves were turning, we ^Emfelt the summer ^Gpassing ^A Knowing ^Dthings were changing, ^Emeven without ^Gasking ^A Like a ^Emphotograph faded in ^Atime In a ^Emcabin lost in the ^ABlue Ridge mountain ^Dpines

The wind is blowing ^Emcold across the ^Gbay ^A And ^DMassachusetts ^Emseems so far a^Gway ^A From the ^EmCalifornia ti^Ades The ^Emrolling hills and ^Groads I used to ^Aride

I'll be ^Dleaving in the ^Emmorning, seeing ^Gfaces ^A Of ^Dfriends I leave be^Emhind in all these ^Gplaces ^A And ^Emthough I'm coming ^Ahome I'm ^Emnot coming back to Cali^Afornia all a^Dlone

You ^Emalways knew I would ^Ago Out ^Don this road you ^Gtook yourself o^Ance So long a^Dgo