September When It Comes

I have to admit that I wasn’t even thinking about making a post about the passing of Johnny Cash today until I heard this song on WXPN. A duet of father and daughter, written by Rosanne Cash, it’s quite a moving—if not prophetic—tribute of music and words.

There’s a cross above the baby’s bed
A saviour in her dreams
But she was not delivered then
And the baby became me
There’s a light inside the darkened room
A footstep on the stair
A 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 it comes

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 longer run
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 it comes

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 it comes