There's a cross above the baby's bed,
Saviour in her dreams
But she was not delivered then,
And the baby became me
There's a light inside the darkened room,
footstep on the stair
door that I forever close,
To leave those memories there

So when the shadows link them,
Into an evening sun
Well first there's summer, then I'll let you in
September when [bad word] 
I plan to crawl outside these walls,
Close my eyes and see
And fall into the heart and arms,
Of those who wait for me
I cannot move a mountain now;
I can no [bad word] I cannot be who I was then:
In a way, I never was

I watch the clouds go sailing;
I watch the clock and sun
Oh, I watch myself, depending on,
September when [bad word] 
So when the shadows link them,
And burn away the clouds
They will fly me, like an angel,
To a place where I can rest
When this begins, I'll let you know,
September when [bad word]