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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

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 not goodbye
It's hello
Ooh...

We met underneath the blue skies of summer
And those summer skies turned into fall
That sweet September wind
Made us so much more than friends one night

And we ran through those cottonwood trees
We made love in a big bed of fresh fallen leaves
And 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 (Moment one thing ends)
Is the same time that one begins (Same time  one begins)
And return as we must
We are ashes to dust
Amen

When the days of my youth have all faded
And the mem'ries are all that remain
Let that old September wind
Take me back to where I've been
So I

I can run through those cottonwood trees
And remember the smell of those fresh fallen leaves
Now in every wind that blows
There's a part of me that knows
It's not goodbye
It's hello

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