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
September Song - Matt Monro
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
