Lyrics September Song - Bruno Martino

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

And the autumn weathеr
Turns the leaves to flamе
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