In mid-September,
when I grow old and cannot remember,
when the leaves fall from trees,
when my soul cannot seem to flee,
A never-ending story I will tell,
on the world I cast a spell,
to the sea I surrender,
to you I promise a forever,
Time has a way to time,
to trick you for a lifetime,
to age and age along the way,
to lie and lie to call it a day,
An end must come and I will die,
Offer me flowers and the pain will subside,
Hush little baby please do not cry,
Hush little baby please do not cry.
Aug 11, 2016
Aug 11, 2016 at 2:38 PM UTC
In mid-September,
when I grow old and cannot remember,
when the leaves fall from trees,
when my soul cannot seem to flee,
A never-ending story I will tell,
on the world I cast a spell,
to the sea I surrender,
to you I promise a forever,
Time has a way to time,
to trick you for a lifetime,
to age and age along the way,
to lie and lie to call it a day,
An end must come and I will die,
Offer me flowers and the pain will subside,
Hush little baby please do not cry,
Hush little baby please do not cry.
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