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.