But it's a long, long while from May to December

December and the days grow short.

When you reach September and the autumn wanes.

Turns the leaves to flame And I haven't got time

For the waiting game.

Other days twiddle down to our precious few.

September November

And these few precious days

I'd spend with you these golden days

I'd spend with you.

When you meet with a young man early in space

They culture 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 of day

waste of time

But it's a long, long while.

From May to December And 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.

How the days dwindle down to our precious few.

September, November.

and these few precious

days I'd spent with you

These golden days I'd spend