And he finds them by the roadside And heals them with his hands And he breaks his life beofre them and he feeds them And he knows what he knows like the trees do ANd you go where he goes when he needs you to, Oh . . . Sweet September morning When I found him in my life, in my life And he tells you of his guiding star And then he starts his journey to the center of your dreaming And he knows what he knows like the trees do And you go where he goes when he needs you to, Oh . . . Sweet September morning When I found him in my heart, in my heart There's a place that he can take you, he's the only one who can, You're the only one who'll ever light his way there, And he knows what he knows like trees do And you go where he does when he needs you to, Oh . . Sweet sweet sweet September morning When I found him in my arms In my heart, in . . .