September Song
Maxwell Anderson, Kurt Weill
Oh it's a long, long time
From May to December
But the days grow short
When you reach September
The autumn weather
Turns the leaves to flame
One hasn't got time
For the waiting game
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
To a precious fеw
September, Novеmber
And these few precious days
I'll spend with you
These precious days I'll spend with you
