Frank Sinatra September Song song lyrics

Oh, it's a long, long while 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'll spend with you

These precious days, I'll spend with you

And 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