September rolls in huntin' season's come

Leather boots my bow daylight almost gone

Aspens whisper secrets only mountains know

Every breath hangs heavy every step is slow

There's a ridge I've walked since I was young

Where timbers stand tall and the bulls still run

I check the wind say a quiet prayer

'Cause out here son the truth don't care

And I wait on a bugle in the breaking light

That high lonesome scream cutting through the pines

It'll raise the hair on the back of your neck

Make ya feel small make ya feel blessed

Ya September talks if ya listen right

In the echo of a bull calling through the night

There's frost on the grass and blood on the moon

Cows moving slow to the timber's tune

I nock an arrow heart beating loud

Trying not to think trying to breathe it out

That old bull answers from the dark below

Raking antlers lettin the whole damn valley know

He's king for a moment wild and free

And I'm just a guest in his ceremony

And I wait on a bugle in the breaking light

That ancient sound born before time

It ain't about inches or the name on the bow

It's the reason you come and the reason you go

Ya September talks if you listen right

In the echo of a bull calling through the night

There's a reverence here you can't explain

In the smell of spruce and the coming rain

You don't take a thing you don't earn or need

You don't rush the mountain or beg it to bleed

If the shot hits clean I'll thank that bull

Lay a hand on his hide let the silence pull all the notes from his bones put the weight in my pack

Cause the mountain gave something it won't get back

And if he fades off with the cows at dawn

Well I'll tip my hat and carry on

Some days you fill some days you're taught

Both cost you sweat and must be bought

Ya I live for the bugle in September air

For the long drawn note that says I'm here

It'll humble a man make a boy stand still

Make you fall in love with the ache and the chill

Ya September talks if you listen right

Through a bull elk's call and a hunters quiet fight

So I'll lace 'em up till the snow comes down

Chasing echos through God's high ground

Cause some songs ain't written they're just heard

Like a September morning when the mountains stirs