Oh, its a long, long while From May to December, But the days grow short When you reach September When the autumn weather Turns the leaves to flame One hasn't got time For the waiting game Oh the days dwindle down To a precious few September November And these few precious days I'll spend with you. These precious days I'll spend with you
Oh, its a long, long while From May to December, But the days grow short When you reach September When the autumn weather Turns the leaves to flame One hasn't got time For the waiting game Oh the days dwindle down To a precious few September November And these few precious days I'll spend with you. These precious days I'll spend with you
