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!
For the days dwindle down to a precious few:
September! November!
And these few precious days, I'll spend with you;
These golden days I spend with you!
But it's a long, long, while 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! For the days dwindle down to a precious few: September! November! And these few precious days, I'll spend with you; These golden days I spend with you! Explain Request ×
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