September Song

But it's a long, long haul 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 these few precious days I'd spend with you
These golden days I'd spend with you