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The cups are rinsed, the plaid is draped

September's nearly here

The spice jars stand in tidy rows

The apples keep their crate

The cardigan hangs by the door

On new-appointed duty

The house has changed its season

One small warm thing at a time

Welcome in, you golden month

The mercies rise like bread

They're new with every morning light

Just as the prophet said

The lamb sleeps with one tiny leaf

Kept safely by its nose

Its first September souvenir

Of all the firsts it knows

Tomorrow may be cool again

And I'll be glad again

Welcome in, you golden month

The mercies rise like bread

They're new with every morning light

Just as the prophet said

A season met with open hands

And chai upon the stove

Is not an ending — it's a door

Into a golden grove

Mmm... mmm... mmm

Welcome in, you golden month

The mercies rise like bread

They're new with every morning light

Just as the prophet said

Welcome in, you golden month

The mercies rise like bread

They're new with every morning light

Just as the prophet said

The cups are dry, the house is warm

And autumn is at home