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Tuning: E A D G B E
SEPTEMBER WHEN IT COMES
DThere's a cEmross above the Cbaby's bGed, A SDavior in her drEmeams. But sChe was not deliGvered then, And the Dbaby became Emme. There's a lEmight inside the dCarkened rGoom, A fDootstep on the sEmtair. CA door that I forGever close, To lDeave those memories thGere. CSo when the shadows linAmk them, CInto an evening sAmun. First there's sEmummer, then I'Cll let you iGn. DSeptember when it cEmomes.
EmI plan to crawl ouCtside these waGlls, DClose my eyes and sEmee. And fCall into the heaGrt and arms, DOf those who wait for Emme. I cannot move a mCountain noGw; DI can no longer rEmun. CI cannot be who GI was then: In a wDay, I never wGas. I Cwatch the clouds go saAmiling; I Cwatch the clock and sAmun. Oh, I wEmatch myself, deCpending Gon, DSeptember when it cEmomes. CWhen the shadows linAmk them, CAnd burn away the cAmlouds. They will Emfly me, like an Cangel, GTo a plDace where I can rEmest. CWhen this begins, I'll lGet you know, DSeptember when it cEmomes.