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