PETER, PAUL & MARY - 75 Septembers lyrics
rate meIn the year of the yellow cab<br>In the shadow of the great world war<br>The third kid grandmom had<br>Came into this world<br>On a rolling farm in maryland<br>When wilson was the president<br>And summer blew her good-bye through the trees<br><br>A child of changing times<br>Growing up between the wars<br>The fords rolled off the line<br>And bars all closed their doors<br>And I imagine you back then<br>With snap brim hat and farmer's tan<br>Where horses drew their wagons through the fields<br><br>Chorus:<br>Now the fields are all four lanes<br>And the moon's not just a name<br>Are you more amazed at how things change<br>Or how they stay the same<br>And do you sit here on this porch and wonder<br>How the time flies by<br>Or does it seem to barely creep along<br>With 75 septembers come and gone<br><br>Were the fields all gold and fawn<br>Was the spring house dark and cool<br>Did the rooster crow at dawn<br>When they got you up for school<br>And would you tell me once again<br>The tales of grandad's hired men<br>And how they drove the old road to town<br><br>Chorus:
