Lyrics Detail
, 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 flame And I haven't got time For the waiting game. And the days dwindle down To a precious few . . . Se
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 flame
And I haven't got time
For the waiting game.
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.