And he finds them by the roadside
and heals them with his hands
And he breaks his life beofre them and he feeds them
And he knows what he knows like the trees do
ANd you go where he goes when he needs you to, Oh . . .
Sweet September morning
when I found him in my life, in my life
And he tells you of his guiding star
And then he starts his journey to the center of your dreaming
And he knows what he knows like the trees do
And you go where he goes when he needs you to, Oh . . .
Sweet September morning
when I found him in my heart, in my heart
There's a place that he can take you, he's the only one who can,
You're the only one who'll ever light his way there,
And he knows what he knows like trees do
And you go where he does when he needs you to, Oh . .
Sweet sweet sweet September morning
when I found him in my arms
In my heart, in . . .