Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dianne Reeves
Dianne Reeves
Vocals
Chris Severin
Chris Severin
Bass
Kevin Eubanks
Kevin Eubanks
Acoustic Guitar
John Beasley
John Beasley
Piano
Billy Kilson
Billy Kilson
Drums
George Duke
George Duke
Synclavier
Luis Conte
Luis Conte
Percussion
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dianne Reeves
Dianne Reeves
Composer
EDUARDO DEL-BARRIO
EDUARDO DEL-BARRIO
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
George Duke
George Duke
Producer
Eric Zobler
Eric Zobler
Recording Engineer
Wayne Holmes
Wayne Holmes
Engineer
Marni Riley
Marni Riley
Assistant Recording Engineer
Pat Karamian
Pat Karamian
Assistant Recording Engineer
Corine Duke
Corine Duke
Studio Personnel
Gavin Lurssen
Gavin Lurssen
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Nine
I remember nine
As if it were yesterday
I can hear my friends outside of my window
Say, "Can you come out and play?"
Anna brought a bag of her mama's cooking spoons
So we could dig a hole and to try to reach China
And get there by early noon
Our imaginations soared on golden wings
Across a sky filled with dreams
Any child could wear a paper crown
And be a king or queen at nine
La-da-da, da-da-da, da-da-da
I remember days of playing without a care
Coming home with sniffles and clothes hanging off me
With leaves in my hair
Everybody's child belonged to the neighborhood
So you could tell your troubles to old Aunt Savannah
'Cause she always understood
Running endless through a field
Of emerald green beneath a broad open sky
I will treasure all my days
When I was innocent and free at nine
Nine
Runnin' and jumpin' and skippin' and laughin'
Rollin' and shakin' and jokin' and hidin'
Mother May I, Simon Says, you're it, you spit
Hide and seek, you peeked, no I didn't, yes you did
You're not fair, I don't care, I saw Sammy's underwear, ha-ha, ha-ha
Double Dutch, kickball, hop scotch, bobby socks
Mary Mack all dressed in black
Who is that? Can she play jacks?
I'm the doctor, you're the nurse
What you mean, I was first
Shovin' and pushin' and cryin' and screamin'
Dreamin' and beamin' and dancing in a line
You show me yours, I'll show you mine
Uh-uh, I'm going home, it's dinner time
Nine
Nine
Nine
Nine
Written by: Dianne Reeves, EDUARDO DEL-BARRIO
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