September Song – Eartha Kitt – letras

Oh, it’s a long long whileFrom May to DecemberBut the days grow shortWhen you reach SeptemberAnd the autumn weatherTurns leaves to flameOne hasn’t got timeFor the waiting gameOh, the days dwindle downTo a precious fewSeptember, NovemberAnd these few precious daysI’ll spend with youThese precious daysI’ll spend with youOh, the days dwindle downTo a precious fewSeptember, NovemberAnd these few precious daysI’ll spend with youThese precious daysI’ll spend with youThese precious daysI’ll spend with you