Letras
Well, it's a long, long time
From May to December
But the days grow short
When you reach September
And the autumn weather
Turns the leaves to pale
And I haven't got time
For making hay
And the days dwindle down
To a precious few
September, November
And these few precious days
I spend with you
These precious days
I spend with you
And the days dwindle down
To a precious few
September, November
And these few precious days
I spend with you
These precious days
I spend with you