Far into September
I have picked wild roses
Far into september
But I had no one to give the flowers to
I needed a celebration
A September coronation
And I admitted to myself I needed you
I’ve watched the gentle winds change
The colors shades of meadows
I’ve seen the dew on flowers that had no name
But I let my vase stay empty like my lonely empty heart
Picking flowers for yourself is not the same
Don’t you think its come our time to be together
Lets gather up our scattered words of love and make them rhyme
Let’s go pick some flowers and fill our empty vases
Don’t you think its come out time
Don’t you think it’s come our time
– Johnny Cash, June Carter Cash
Omdat die gouden herfst zo prachtig is en veel te kort duurt, hou ik hem hier nog even vast.
Since the beautiful, golden part of Autumn doesn’t last long, I hold on to it here a little longer.
