September Song

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

When you meet with the young men early in spring

They caught you in song and rhyme

They wore you with words and they clove you a ring

But if you examine the goods they bring

They have little to offer, but the songs they sing

And a plentiful waste of time of day

A plentiful waste of time

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