paroles de chanson 75 Septembers - Cheryl Wheeler
In
the
year
of
the
yellow
cab
Shadow
of
the
great
world
war
The
third
kid
grandmom
had
Came
into
this
world
On
a
rolling
farm
in
Maryland
When
Wilson
was
the
president
As
summer
blew
her
goodbye
through
the
trees
A
child
of
changing
times
Growing
up
between
the
wars
Fords
rolled
off
the
lines
And
bars
all
closed
their
doors
And
I
imagine
you
back
then
With
snap
brim
hat
and
farmer's
tan
Where
horses
drew
their
wagons
through
the
fields
Now
the
fields
are
all
four
lanes
And
the
moon's
not
just
a
name
Are
you
more
amazed
at
how
things
change
Or
how
they
stay
the
same
And
do
you
sit
here
on
this
porch
and
wonder
How
the
time
flies
by
Or
does
it
seem
to
barely
creep
along
With
75
Septembers
come
and
gone
Were
the
fields
all
gold
and
fawn
Was
the
spring
house
dark
and
cool
Did
the
rooster
crow
at
dawn
When
they
got
you
up
for
school
And
would
you
tell
me
once
again
The
tales
of
granddad's
hired
men
And
how
they
drove
the
old
dirt
road
to
town
Cause
now
the
fields
are
all
four
lanes
And
the
moon's
not
just
a
name
Are
you
more
amazed
at
how
things
change
Or
how
they
stay
the
same
And
do
you
sit
here
on
this
porch
and
wonder
How
the
times
flies
by
Or
does
it
seem
to
barely
creep
along
With
75
Septembers
come
and
gone
In
the
year
of
the
yellow
cab
Shadow
of
the
great
world
war
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