Rosanne Cash - When september comes

There's a cross ^Dmabove the baby's bed, A ^Csavior in ^C6her ^Dmdreams, But ^Dm7she was not delivered ^Dmthen, And the ^Cbaby became ^Dmme, There's a light inside the ^Bbdarkened ^Froom, A ^Cfootstep on the ^Dmstair, A ^Bbdoor that I ^Fforever close, To ^Cleave those memories ^Fthere^Am, ^BbSo when the shadows ^Edim7lengthen^Gm, ^{F Bb}Into an evening ^Gmsun, First ^Cthere's ^Dm7summer, then ^CI'll ^Bblet you ^Fin, ^CSeptember when it ^Dmcomes.

I ^Am7plan to crawl ^Bboutside these ^Fwalls, ^CClose my eyes and ^Dmsee, And ^Bbfall into the ^Fheart and arms, Of ^Cthose ^Fwho ^Cwait for ^Dmme, ^{C Dm}I cannot ^Cmove a ^Bbmountain ^Fnow, I ^Ccan no longer ^Dmrun,^C I ^Bbcannot be who ^FI was then, In a ^Cway I never ^Fwas.

I ^Bbwatch the clouds go ^Gmsail^Fing, I ^Bbwatch the clock and ^Gmsun, Oh I ^Dmwatch mys^Dm7elf d^C6epen^Amaj7ding on^F, ^CSeptember when it ^Dmcomes^Amaj7.

^BbWhen the shadows ^Gmlengt^Fhen, ^BbAnd burn away ^Dm7the p^Gmast, They will ^Dm7fly me like an ^C7angel ^Fto, A ^Cplace where I can ^Dmrest^C, ^Amaj7When this begins I'll ^Flet you in, ^CSeptember when it ^Dm7comes^C. ^{Bbmaj7 F}