Oh, its 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 flames.
And I haven't got time
For the waiting games.
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.
From May to December.
But the days grow short when you reach September.
And the autumn weather turns
The leaves to flames.
And I haven't got time
For the waiting games.
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.