Oh, it's a long, long while
From May to December
But the days grow short,
When the autumn weather
When you reach September.
For the waiting game.
Turn leaves to flame
One hasn't got time
Oh the days dwindle down
To a precious few . . .
September, November . . .
And these few precious days I'll spend with you. These precious days
I'll spend with you.
Oh the days dwindle down
September, November . . .
To a precious few . . .
And these few precious days
I'll spend with you.
These precious days
These precious days
I'll spend with you.
I'll spend with you.
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