Текст песни September Song - Sammy Davis

Oh, it's a long, long while
From May to December
But 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'll spend with you
These golden days
I'll spend with you