Mandolin Orange - Late september

^AWhen it's closing ti^Dme in late Sept^Eember ^DAnd the street lights search for shadows on my m^Eind When the b^Aars all holler last c^Dall and the mo^Aon’s on her des^Dcent I sta^Agger towards the mor^Ening, ^Aa new day t^Do begin ^ACounting down^E to closin^E/F#g time agai^Dn

^AShe swears my youthful gl^Dow is only h^Eiding ^DJust beyond the borders of my mi^End But these ro^Allin' hills don't bi^Dnd me,^A they simply rem^Dind me ^AThe sun is sinking l^Eow, ^Aand all I’ve left beh^Dind me ^ACounting down to cl^Eosing t^E/F#ime again ^D

^EDarlin' I've been thinking, ^Dis it selfish ^Apride ^EKeeps a man from sharing all the t^Dears he h^Eides?

^ACause when it's closing ti^Dme in late Sept^Eember And the sum^Dmer turns slowly into f^Eall Our m^Aother, with such spl^Dendour,^A dies in brilliant c^Dolour ^AThoughts once put toget^Eher ^Aby a hospital room wi^Dndow ^ACounting down to cl^Eosing ^E/F#time agai^Dn

^EDarlin' I've been thinking, ^Dis it selfish ^Apride ^EKeeps a man from sharing all the t^Dears he h^Eides?

^ACause when it's closing ti^Dme in late Sept^Eember It's h^Dard to hide how much I miss her ^Eso As a t^Aenderness of mem^Dories unf^Aolds itself with^Din me ^AWith such gravity unyi^Eelding i^An the land of the li^Dving ^ACounting down ^Eto closing^E/F# time aga^Din