Lyrics September Song - Kate Wolf
                                                The 
                                                wild 
                                                geese 
                                                flew 
                                                overhead 
                                                in 
                                                Pennsylvania
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                thought 
                                                of 
                                                    a 
                                                few 
                                                choice 
                                                words 
                                                    I 
                                                ought 
                                                to 
                                                send 
                                                you
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                know 
                                                if 
                                                    I 
                                                thought 
                                                it 
                                                was 
                                                right
 
                                    
                                
                                                I'd 
                                                pretend 
                                                that 
                                                you 
                                                were 
                                                here 
                                                with 
                                                me 
                                                tonight
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                ghost 
                                                of 
                                                    a 
                                                frontier 
                                                lady 
                                                walked 
                                                through 
                                                the 
                                                tall 
                                                rooms
 
                                    
                                
                                                Of 
                                                an 
                                                old 
                                                Ontario 
                                                farmhouse 
                                                under 
                                                    a 
                                                full 
                                                moon
 
                                    
                                
                                                We 
                                                sat 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                kitchen 
                                                all 
                                                night
 
                                    
                                
                                                Drinking 
                                                good 
                                                whiskey 
                                                until 
                                                the 
                                                morning 
                                                light
 
                                    
                                
                                                Did 
                                                you 
                                                ever 
                                                think 
                                                    I 
                                                would 
                                                go
 
                                    
                                
                                                Out 
                                                on 
                                                this 
                                                road 
                                                you 
                                                told 
                                                me 
                                                    I 
                                                would 
                                                take
 
                                    
                                
                                                Long 
                                                ago
 
                                    
                                
                                                On 
                                                    a 
                                                Roanoke 
                                                back-road, 
                                                laughing 
                                                beside 
                                                    a 
                                                cold 
                                                stove
 
                                    
                                
                                                We 
                                                sang 
                                                for 
                                                old 
                                                black 
                                                Francis 
                                                and 
                                                Bessie, 
                                                songs 
                                                about 
                                                true 
                                                love
 
                                    
                                
                                                All 
                                                the 
                                                songs 
                                                    I 
                                                ever 
                                                knew
 
                                    
                                
                                                Came 
                                                back 
                                                to 
                                                me 
                                                and 
                                                brought 
                                                me 
                                                back 
                                                to 
                                                you
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                leaves 
                                                were 
                                                turning, 
                                                we 
                                                felt 
                                                the 
                                                summer 
                                                passing
 
                                    
                                
                                                Knowing 
                                                things 
                                                were 
                                                changing, 
                                                even 
                                                without 
                                                asking
 
                                    
                                
                                                Like 
                                                    a 
                                                photograph 
                                                faded 
                                                in 
                                                time
 
                                    
                                
                                                In 
                                                    a 
                                                cabin 
                                                lost 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                Blue 
                                                Ridge 
                                                mountain 
                                                pines
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                wind 
                                                is 
                                                blowing 
                                                cold 
                                                across 
                                                the 
                                                bay
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                Massachusetts 
                                                seems 
                                                so 
                                                far 
                                                away
 
                                    
                                
                                                From 
                                                the 
                                                California 
                                                tides
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                rolling 
                                                hills 
                                                and 
                                                roads 
                                                    I 
                                                used 
                                                to 
                                                ride
 
                                    
                                
                                                I'll 
                                                be 
                                                leaving 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                morning, 
                                                seeing 
                                                faces
 
                                    
                                
                                                Of 
                                                friends 
                                                    I 
                                                leave 
                                                behind 
                                                in 
                                                all 
                                                these 
                                                places
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                though 
                                                I'm 
                                                coming 
                                                home
 
                                    
                                
                                                I'm 
                                                not 
                                                coming 
                                                back 
                                                to 
                                                California 
                                                all 
                                                alone
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                always 
                                                knew 
                                                    I 
                                                would 
                                                go
 
                                    
                                
                                                Out 
                                                on 
                                                this 
                                                road 
                                                you 
                                                took 
                                                yourself 
                                                once
 
                                    
                                
                                                So 
                                                long 
                                                ago
 
                                    
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