See the dying embers
No more black Septembers
Fearing for the children
Knowing what to tell them
Tell them, can we tell them, what's the reason?
Embers, black Septembers, dying embers
Fearing for the children while they're playing
Fearing for the children
What a situation
They shouldn't hate a nation
If we could remember
Only one September
Clear days, all were clear days without warning
Days when we can wake up to good mornings
It's all right, behind us all the dying
All the black Septembers
There's no reason why
It shouldn't be just like it was
Before they came
Now that they have gone
We'll carry on to see Anne Green
And this beach
Now I see them dreaming
And I see them laughing
All the children playing
People always saying
Good things, only good things, and they're talking
Can this be the answer? It's the answer
Dream of good Septembers while you're dreaming
Dreaming good Septembers