Frank Sinatra - September Song lyrics

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