September Song - Al Hirt

Oh, it’s a long, long while

From May to December

But the days grow short,

When you reach September.

When the autumn weather

Turn leaves to flame

One hasn’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 precious days

I’ll spend with you.

Oh the days dwindle down

To a precious few.

..

September, November.

..

And these few precious days

I’ll spend with you.

These precious days

I’ll spend with you.

These precious days

I’ll spend with you.