Текст песни September Song - Don Cornell

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

Oh, the days dwindle down
To a precious few
September, November
And these few precious days
I'd spend with you
These precious days I'd spend with you

These precious days I'll spend with you