(Matraca Berg&Amp;Mike Noble)

Sweet Abilena Looked Out At The Midwestern Sky
Sweet Seventeen With A Far Away Look İn Her Eyes.
She Said "I Feel Like A Bird İn A Cage,
"But Come September I'M Flying Away."
I Said "I'Ll Miss You," Then I Made Her Promise To Write

Since We Were Tall As The Corn İn The Spring
We Shared Every Secret, Shared Every Dream
So Anxious To Grow İn The New Summer Rain
And Bloom Like A Rose On The Calico Plains

How Could She Hear As We Laughed On That Long Summer Night
The Tiny Heart Of The Baby She Carried İnside
I Stood Beside Her When September Came
Watched Her Get Married, Then Caught The Bouquet
And Like Those Hand-Me-Down Dresses She Gave Me