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
Autor(es): Simon Poore