The Platters

September song

The Platters


Oh, it's a long, long while from May, May to December 
But 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 

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