September Song - Barbara Dickson

Oh it’s a long, long while

From May 'till December

And the days grow short

When you reach September

When the Autumn weather

Turns the leaves to flame

One hasn’t got time

For the waiting game

For 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

When you meet with the young men

Early in Spring

They court you in song and rhyme

They woo you with songs and a clover ring

But if you examine the goods they bring

They have little to offer but the songs they sing

And a plentiful waste of time of day

And a plentiful waste of time

But it’s a long, long while

From May 'till December

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When the Autumn weather

Turns the leaves to flame

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For 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!