Once in a lifetime sang the empty wind,
September is a swan song,
farewell to morning dew.
He was the last one,
never no more,
shall all the birds sing at her front door.
I'll sing this one for Harry who treads upon the moors,
September comes to everyone,
you
are not alone.
He was the last one,
never no more,
shall all the birds sing at her front door.
Choose what you want to and try what you will,
cold winds will harm you,
don't touch the morning
dew.
Cruel as the winter closing all around,
far away is spring song without good company,
look into a crystal pool and see the passing years,
standing in the autumn rain won't hide the falling tears.
He was the last one, never no more,
shall all the birds sing at her front door.
He was the last one, never no more,
shall all the birds sing at her front door.
He was the last one,
never no more,
shall all the birds sing at her front door.
He was the last one, never no more,
shall all the birds sing at her front door.