Sugarland - Hello lyrics
[Sugarland - Hello lyrics]
Well, I was born in the
Heart of a hurricane season
In the house where my mama was raised
That old September wind feels just
Like a long lost friend and I
I wanna run through those cottonwood trees
Fall asleep in a big bed
Of fresh fallen leaves
And in every wind that blows
There's a song of letting go
It's not goodbye, it's hello ooh
When we met underneath the
Blue skies of summer
And those summer skies turned into fall
That sweet September wind made us
So much more than friends one night
And we ran through those cottonwood trees
We made love in a big
Bed of fresh fallen leaves
And in every wind that blows
There's an innocence that knows
It's not goodbye, it's hello
In the moment that one thing ends
(Moment that one thing ends)
Is the same time that one begins
(Same time that one begins)
And return as we must
We are ashes to dust, Amen
When the days of my youth have all faded
And the memories are all that remain
Let that old September wind take me
Back to where I've been so I
I can run through those cottonwood trees
And remember the smell of
Those fresh fallen leaves
Now in every wind that blows
There's a part of me that knows
It's not goodbye, it's hello
Heart of a hurricane season
In the house where my mama was raised
That old September wind feels just
Like a long lost friend and I
I wanna run through those cottonwood trees
Fall asleep in a big bed
Of fresh fallen leaves
And in every wind that blows
There's a song of letting go
It's not goodbye, it's hello ooh
When we met underneath the
Blue skies of summer
And those summer skies turned into fall
That sweet September wind made us
So much more than friends one night
And we ran through those cottonwood trees
We made love in a big
Bed of fresh fallen leaves
And in every wind that blows
There's an innocence that knows
It's not goodbye, it's hello
In the moment that one thing ends
(Moment that one thing ends)
Is the same time that one begins
(Same time that one begins)
And return as we must
We are ashes to dust, Amen
When the days of my youth have all faded
And the memories are all that remain
Let that old September wind take me
Back to where I've been so I
I can run through those cottonwood trees
And remember the smell of
Those fresh fallen leaves
Now in every wind that blows
There's a part of me that knows
It's not goodbye, it's hello