Sugarland Follow

I was born in the heart of a hurricane season

In the house where my mamma was raised

That old September wind feels just like a long lost friend

And I...

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I want to run though those cottonwood trees

Fall asleep in a big bed of fresh fallen leaves

And in every wind that blows there's a song of letting go

It's no goodbye, it's hello

We met underneath the blue skies of summer

And those summer skies turn into fall

That sweet September wind made us so much more than friends

On Night...

And we ran though those cottonwood trees

We made love in a big bed of fresh fallen leaves

In every wind that blows there's an innocence that knows

It's not goodbye, it's hello

In the moment that one thing ends

Is the same time that one begins

And return as we must

We are ashes to dust, amen.

When the days of my youth have all faded

And the memories are all that remain

Let that old September wind take me back to where I've been

So I...

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I can run through those cottonwood trees

And remember the smell of those fresh fallen leaves

Now in every whind that blows there's a part of me that knows

It's not goodbye, it's hello