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 through 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 not goodbye, it's hello       When we met underneath the blue skies of summer    And those summer skies turn into fall    That sweet September wind made us so much more than friends       On Night...       And we ran through those cottonwood trees    We made love in a big bed of fresh fallen leaves    And 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.       When the days of my youth 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 wind that blows there's a part of me that knows    It's not goodbye, it's hello