SEPTEMBER SONG
FRANK SINATRA
For 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
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
