September - Rebekka Bakken

If I could find the heartbeat in this song

I didn’t have to doubt, I may be wrong

To think I can predict the coming season

As I lay down awoken now

Summer has been over for some time

I didn’t even know it said goodbye

But it has given notes, it’s not a secret

I always sent today away

I’m walking barefoot With a broken rod

My weak and weary light

A storm put out

And you are coming as

A gift of evening

September gives no days of shining bright

It dies like wind through leaves that never fight

And all the debt of life is on my shoulders

It’s autumn night in all its might

Still day is all around me in a show

With notice to the night I’ve got to go

My heart well hid in ice but still protected

Like hidden hope of rose in snow

I’m walking barefoot

With a broken rod

My weak and weary light

A storm put out

And you are coming as

A gift of evening

But morning light is reaching to my chin

And I see wings of sunlight take me in

And I do dare to hope like spring in autumn

The hands of cold can’t kill a soul

I’m walking barefoot

With a broken rod

My weak and weary light

A storm put out

You are coming as

A gift of evening