When September turns to rain
I'll be alone again
But I'll remember the times we knew
And I hope you will too
When the leaves fall to the ground
And lie scattered all around
I'll be left here on my own
Deep inside the autumn stone
When the tide turns from the beach
Washing my dreams out of reach
I'll just stand on deserted sand
Before this shore of shadowland
When the sky fades to grey
Bringing darkness to my day
I'll look up at the first star
And wonder how far you are
When September turns to rain
I'll find it hard to explain
In the ember of the afterglow
Why did I ever let you go ?
Lyndon Queripel
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- Warmth - Alan Marquis
- London Too Loud - Diane Scantlebury
- Toni - Sap - Lake - Fred Williamson
- Like A River - Kathy Figueroa
- The Waves - Oliver Thompson
- Rewind - Richard Fleming
- When September Turns To Rain - Lyndon Queripel
- Telegram Boy - Alan Marquis
- Bat - Cave - Fred Williamson
- Angels Don't Play This H.A.A.R.P - Lyndon Queripel
- Nameless Fears - Alan Marquis
- Dad - Tony Robert
- Monument of Hell - Fred Williamson
- The Poet - John Buchanan
- Meditation - Diane Scantlebury
- Flapping Duck - Fred Williamson
- La Coupee, Sark - Jenny Hamon
- Forgive Me - Diane Scantlebury
- Bamboo Train - Fred Williamson
- A Light In The Sky - Kathy Figueroa
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