Lyrics September - 1973

September

June, easy, beautifull,
named after May
Barcelona is indeed
a perfect place for spring,
peaches, orange trees
Ciutadella,
words I found
noon, June was made for noon,
I would blink for little
little were we meant for
fall, eventually fell
upon what we would get, next
many of them falls since then
I’m still remembering times,
and still, as September rises
I will take a look back
now, we don’t get to get there,
trains they let her home
Ciutadella is so cold
the sand is like dust and stones,
the sea, she’s on her own
I have been there before