September days

Take a walk by yourself down an old English lane
Blackberry picking, wild fennel and sage
Hear for yourself all the memories she's saved
As you follow her down to the sea

She'll tell you a story of travelling fairs
Highways and byways and folk settled there
Hear for yourself all the memories she'll share
As you follow her down to the sea

And those September days are the last of the summer
Your lips smack the air at the gate in the wall
And those September days are the last before winter
And the wind chills your bones cos you know
You know you'll remember them all

Your footsteps are falling where dozens have trod
Ancient and modern man closer to god
With a wrap of tobacco and two ounces of tea
As you follow her down to the sea

And those September days...

Some walk to remember some walk to forget
The once loved and loved ones that swim in your head
Sometimes summertime's the last path that you'll tread
As you follow her down to the sea

And those September days are the last of the summer
Your lips smack the air at the gate in the wall
And those September days are the last before winter
And the wind chills your bones cos you know
You know you'll remember them all
You know you'll remember
know you'll remember
know you'll remember them all

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