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[Verse 1] Golden crowns are falling slow, a whisper on the breeze, The sun still paints the pavement with a honey-colored ease. The air is soft as linen, though the morning holds a chill, And the world is wrapped in amber on a quiet, waiting hill. [Chorus] Oh, warm September, hold me near, Before the gray begins to steer. Young and old, this summer's ghost, We cling to what we love the most. Warm September, don't you go, Let the fading embers glow. [Verse 2] October walks in naked trees, a shiver in the light, Half the day is golden, half is borrowed from the night. The leaves are bare and brazen, and the wind begins to roam, But a trace of summer lingers like a memory of home. [Chorus] Oh, warm September, hold me near, Before the gray begins to steer. Young and old, this summer's ghost, We cling to what we love the most. Warm September, don't you go, Let the fading embers glow. [Bridge] Then November comes with muddy shoes, and rain against the pane, The sky is low, the light is thin, the warmth is lost in vain. But I'll keep the golden hours in a pocket of my mind, Where the yellow leaves and softest sun are never left behind. [Chorus] Oh, warm September, hold me near, Before the gray begins to steer. Young and old, this summer's ghost, We cling to what we love the most. Warm September, don't you go, Let the fading embers glow. [Outro] The fading embers glow...