September Song

But it's a long, long, while from May to December;

And the days grow short, When you reach September.

And the Autumn weather, Turns the leaves to flame;

And I haven't got time for the waiting game.



For the days dwindle down to a precious few:

September! November!

And these few precious days, I'd spend with you;

These golden days I'd spend with you!



For the days dwindle down to a precious few:

September! November!

And these few precious days, I'll spend with you;

These golden days I spend with you!