“Oh, it’s a long, long while from May to DecemberBut the days grow short when you reach SeptemberWhen the autumn weather turns the leaves to flameOne hasn’t got time for the waiting game
Oh, the days dwindle down to a precious fewSeptember, NovemberAnd these few precious days I’ll spend with youThese precious days I’ll spend with you"
“Oh, it’s a long, long while from May to DecemberBut the days grow short when you reach SeptemberWhen the autumn weather turns the leaves to flameOne hasn’t got time for the waiting game
Oh, the days dwindle down to a precious fewSeptember, NovemberAnd these few precious days I’ll spend with youThese precious days I’ll spend with you"