September
The first week of school, I remember
A vision so tender, such splendor
In no time at all I surrendered
And swore that I always
Would protect and defend her
Angels so rare can answer every prayer, up there.

I lost track
One thing about life you can’t go back
As much as you’d like, it won’t come back
But the things that I love like a soundtrack
Keep calling to me, to me, to me, to me

Then in a flashback it’s just as we were
And my love is still so pure for her
Some day, some day

September
The first week of school, I remember
A vision so tender, such splendor
In no time at all I surrendered
And swore that I always
Would protect and defend her
Angels so rare can answer every prayer, up there

I remember

Words, music, recording, and production by Richard Faylor
© Deep Happy Music
richardfaylor@yahoo.com
208-713-4002