Rosanne Cash - September when it comes

There's a c^Dmross above the b^Faby's b^Ced, A S^Gaviour in her ^Dmdreams. ^F But she was not d^Celivered t^Dmhen, And the b^Gaby became ^Dmme. There's a l^Dmight inside the d^Farkened ro^Com, A f^Gootstep on the st^Dmairs. ^F A door that I for^Cever cl^Dmose, To l^Geave those memories t^Dmhere.

^F So when the shadows l^Dmink them, ^F Into an evening s^Dmun. Well first th^Dmere's summer, then I'll ^Flet you ^Cin. Sep^Gtember when it c^Dmomes.

I plan ^Dmto crawl outsi^Fde these w^Calls, Cl^Gose my eyes and ^Dmsee. ^F And fall into the h^Ceart and ^Dmarms, Of th^Gose who wait for ^Dmme. I cann^Dmot move a m^Fountain n^Cow; I c^Gan no longer r^Dmun. ^F I cannot be who ^CI was th^Dmen: In a w^Gay, I never ^Dmwas.

^F I watch the clouds go sa^Dmiling; ^F I watch the clock and ^Dmsun. Oh, I w^Dmatch myself, dep^Fending o^Cn, Sept^Gember when it c^Dmomes.

^F So when the shadows l^Dmink them, ^F And burn away the cl^Dmouds. They will ^Dmfly me, like an^F angel, ^CTo a pl^Gace where I can r^Dmest. When th^Fis begins, I'll l^Cet you kn^Dmow, Sept^Gember when it c^Dmomes.