September Song-Chet Baker

Chet Baker - September Song 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 that 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 a young man early in spring They court you in song and rhyme They woo you with words 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 and day And a plentiful waste of time But it's a long, long while From May 'till December When the autumn weather Turns the leaves to flame 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