Late September
R. Guarino

When the wind blows through my daydream
And the last of the memories fade
I can hear the whispers of the angels sayin'
My son, don't waste your life away

As a child I was told stories
Of a day when life was simple and kind
Now as a young man I've grown tired and jaded
But I still have those words on my mind

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They said "Child, don't you let life pass you by
You've got to feel a sence of pride
Child, don't you let life slip away
Don't worry about tomorrow, 'cause I know
It will be okay"

-- Instrumental --

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SOLO

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...and I'll never forget
Late September

Music and Lyrics by A. Rocco Guarino
© Copyright 2000 CasAnanda Music, ASCAP