September

When sweet comes the morning
And your head is feeling low
I will come a calling
And I'll never let it go

Like a rose escapes the thorns, I'll bring you home

The rains come in September
The summer is long gone
We wait now for November
It's cold the nights are long

Like a rose escapes the thorns, I'll bring you home

I've seen your light
It's shining bright
Open your window now and
Banish the night

The dust it floats in shadows
Forget me nots in bloom
Just listen when the wind blows
I'll be there oh so soon

Like a rose escapes the thorns, I'll bring you home



Credits
Writer(s): Simon Dennis Poore
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