September '69

September ‘69
She was 17 years old in September ‘69
In the last of Indian summer she felt her move for the first time
It was just a passing romance and she loved him just one day
Now she knows that when the baby’s born they’ll come and take her away

And they told her it’s for the best that it’s best just to forget
And she’s told the ties that bind her would only bring a sad regret
So she stands there on a hot day and she listens to the wind
And tells herself like September it will all come ‘round again

So the years they pass her by and her youth has come and gone
She’s older now and married with two children growing strong
And that fleeting passing romance is just a memory far behind
That hides within the corners of her solitary mind

And they told her it’s for the best that it’s best just to forget
And she’s told the ties that bind her would only bring a sad regret
So she stands there in the kitchen and she listens to the wind
And tells herself like September it will all come ‘round again

And she tries to shake the feeling yet she longs to know her name
And she wants to keep believing that there’s no need to hide the shame

More than 40 years have gone now and still she feels her move
Sometimes it’s on the south wind as it blows into the room
And she knows it’s just a feeling but it touches her some days
When she wonders why she ever let them take her child away

Her hair is grey and she is wiser and she now knows she can’t forget
And she knows the ties that bind them could never be a sad regret
So she wonders where her baby’s gone and does she feel the wind
And hopes that like September it will all come ‘round again