matt monro - september song lyrics
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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!
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