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