Dean Martin - September Song lyrics
[Dean Martin - September Song lyrics]
(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 flame
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
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 flame
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