Well I was born
in the heart
of a hurricane season
In the house
where my mama was raised
That old September wind
feels just like
a long lost friend
And I I I
I want to run through 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-o
Oooh ooh ooh ooohhh
When 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
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
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 I 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-o
Oh oh ohhh