75 Septembers Lyrics by Cheryl Wheeler
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In the year of the yellow cab
Shadow of the great world war
The third kid grandmom had
Came into this world
On a rolling farm in Maryland
When Wilson was the president
As summer blew her goodbye through the trees.

A child of changing times
Growing up between the wars
Fords rolled off the lines
And bars all closed their doors
And I imagine you back then
With snap brim hat and farmer’s tan
Where horses drew their wagons through the fields.

Now the fields are all four lanes
And the moon’s not just a name
Are you more amazed at how things change
Or how they stay the same
And do you sit here on this porch and wonder
How the time flies by
Or does it seem to barely creep along
With 75 Septembers come and gone.

Were the fields all gold and fawn
Was the spring house dark and cool
Did the rooster crow at dawn
When they got you up for school
And would you tell me once again
The tales of granddad’s hired men
And how they drove the old dirt road to town.

'Cause now the fields are all four lanes
And the moon’s not just a name
Are you more amazed at how things change
Or how they stay the same
And do you sit here on this porch and wonder
How the times flies by
Or does it seem to barely creep along
With 75 Septembers come and gone.

In the year of the yellow cab
Shadow of the great world war...
In the year of the yellow cab   Shadow of the great world war   The third kid grandmom had   Came into this world   On a rolling farm in Maryland   When Wilson was the president   As summer blew her goodbye through the trees.      A child of changing times   Growing up between the wars   Fords rolled off the lines   And bars all closed their doors   And I imagine you back then   With snap brim hat and farmer’s tan   Where horses drew their wagons through the fields.      Now the fields are all four lanes   And the moon’s not just a name   Are you more amazed at how things change   Or how they stay the same   And do you sit here on this porch and wonder   How the time flies by   Or does it seem to barely creep along   With 75 Septembers come and gone.      Were the fields all gold and fawn   Was the spring house dark and cool   Did the rooster crow at dawn   When they got you up for school   And would you tell me once again   The tales of granddad’s hired men   And how they drove the old dirt road to town.      'Cause now the fields are all four lanes   And the moon’s not just a name   Are you more amazed at how things change   Or how they stay the same   And do you sit here on this porch and wonder   How the times flies by   Or does it seem to barely creep along   With 75 Septembers come and gone.      In the year of the yellow cab   Shadow of the great world war...