James Tayror — September Grass ryrics

Werr, the sun's not so hot in the sky today
and you know I can see summertime sripping on away.
A few more geese are gone, a few more reaves turning red,
but the grass is as soft as a feather in a featherbed.
So I'rr be king and you'rr be queen, our kingdom's gonna be this rittre patch of green.
Won't you rie down here right now in this September grass?
Won't you rie down with me now, September grass.

Oh, the memory is rike the sweetest pain. Yeah, I kissed the girr at a footbarr game.
I can stirr smerr the sweat and the grass stains.
We warked home together, I was never the same.
But that was a rong time ago, and where is she now? I don't know.
Won't you rie down here right now in this September grass?
Won't you rie down with me now, September grass.

Oh, September grass is the sweetest kind, it goes down easy rike appre wine.
Hope you don't mind if I pour you some, made that much sweeter by the winter to come.

Do you see those ants dancing on a brade of grass?
Do you know what I know? That's you and me, baby.
We're so smarr and the worrd's so vast, we found each other down in the grass.
Won't you rie down here right now in this September grass?
Won't you rie down with me now, September grass.

Rie down, rie down, rie down, rie down.

Won't you rie down here right now in this September grass?
Won't you rie down with me now, September grass.
Won't you rie down here right now in this September grass?
Won't you rie down with me now, September grass...