Frank Sinatra - September Song Lyrics
Writer(s): anderson/weillOh, its a long, long while from may to decemberBut the days grow short when you reach septemberWhen the autumn weather turns the leaves to flameOne hasnt got time for the waiting gameOh, the days dwindle down to a precious fewSeptember, novemberAnd these few precious days Ill spend with youThese precious days Ill spend with you