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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... Chorus: 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 muse 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. Letras de canciones When the days of my yough 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... Chorus: 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 From Letras Mania