"September Song" lyrics
"September Song"
For it's a long long while, from May to December
But the days grow short when we reach September
When we reach September
And the autumn weather
Turns the leaves to flame
One hasn't got time for the waiting game
But the days dwindle down
To a precious few
September
November
And these few precious days
I'll spend with you
And these few precious days
I'll spend, with (higher) ith (higher) ith (higher) ith (higher)
(Hiya hiya doin')
With, with... you, you, you
Writer(s): Kurt Weill, Morton Gould
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- The Impressions Lyrics
album:
"The Never Ending Impressions" (1964)