Well, it's a long, long time
From may to december
But 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.

And the days dwindle down
To a precious few . . .
September, november . . .
And these few precious days
I spend with you.
These precious days
I spend with you.

• Bwana
• I'll Tell You Now
• It Was I
• Johnny Stew
• Love from Here, Love from There
• Mary Lee Jones
• Satisfied Mind
• September Song
• Shadow of The West
• That's How We Do It in L. a.
• Trouble