** Intro: 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..... I wanna 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 One 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 a innocence that knows It's not goodbye, it's hello In that moment that one thing ends Is the same time that one begins And return as we must We are ashes to dust, amen Solo: 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... 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 x 2) It's not goodbye, it's hello