Dean Martin - September Song Lyrics
(spoken)A matter of growing old when we're young it's MayWonderful, beautiful, glorious MayThen middle age is like the turning of the yearIt's September and finally December comesIt's a long long while ....From May to DecemberFor the days grow short when you reach SeptemberWhen autumn weatherTurns the leaves to flameOne hasn't got the time for the waiting gameOh the days dwindle down to a precious fewSeptemberNovemberAnd these few precious daysI'll spend with youThese precious days I'll spendSeptemberNovemberWith you