Letras:
September Song

so few These golden days, I'd like to spend 'em with you These precious golden days, I'd like to spend 'em with you September song, September song September song, September song

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 gray And

short when you reach September The autumn weather turns the leaves to flame And I haven't got the time for the waiting game Oh, the days dwindle down to precious few September

in song and rhyme They woo you with words and a clover ring But if you examine the goods they bring They have little to offer but the songs they sing

court you in song and rhyme They woo you with songs and a clover ring But if you examine the goods they bring They have little to offer but the songs

when you reach September When the autumn weather turns the leaves to flame One hasn't got time for the waiting game Oh the days dwindle down to a precious few September

short when you reach September When the autumn weather turns the leaves to flame One hasn't got time for the waiting game Oh, the days dwindle down to a precious few September

September, field like any other where one short story came to its end What darkness runs through the mind of those so young to paint so black a portrait

September When the autumn weather turns the leaves to flame One hasn't got time for the waiting game Oh, the days dwindle down to a precious few September