Текст песни September Song

(Spoken)
A matter of growing old when we're young it's May
Wonderful, beautiful, glorious May
Then middle age is like the turning of the year
It's September and finally December comes
It's a long long while.

From May to December
For the days grow short when you reach September
When autumn weather turns the leaves to flameDean Martin - September Song - http://ru.motolyrics.com/dean-martin/september-song-lyrics.html
One hasn't got the 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
September, November
With you...