Oh, it's 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, 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.
I'll spend with you.
I'll spend with you.