- matt monro
but it's a long long while
from may to december;
and 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.
for the days dwindle down
to a precious few:
september! november!
and these few precious days,
i'd spend with you;
these golden days
i'd spend with you!
for the days dwindle down
to a precious few:
september! november!
and these few precious days,
i'll spend with you;
these golden days
i spend with you
- matt monro
but it's a long long while
from may to december;
and 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.
for the days dwindle down
to a precious few:
september! november!
and these few precious days,
i'd spend with you;
these golden days
i'd spend with you!
for the days dwindle down
to a precious few:
september! november!
and these few precious days,
i'll spend with you;
these golden days
i spend with you
