September Song
๐ต 960 characters
โฑ๏ธ 3:03 duration
๐ ID: 427574
๐ Lyrics
But it's a long, long while from May to December
And the days grow short when you reach September
When the autumn weather turns the leaves to flame
And I haven't got time for the waiting game
For the days dwindle down to a 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 the young men early in spring
They court you 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, a plentiful 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
For the days dwindle down to a precious few
September, November
And these few precious days I'd spend with you
These golden days I'd spend with you
And the days grow short when you reach September
When the autumn weather turns the leaves to flame
And I haven't got time for the waiting game
For the days dwindle down to a 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 the young men early in spring
They court you 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, a plentiful 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
For the days dwindle down to a precious few
September, November
And these few precious days I'd spend with you
These golden days I'd spend with you
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:01.66] But it's a long, long while from May to December
[00:08.87] And the days grow short when you reach September
[00:17.86] When the autumn weather turns the leaves to flame
[00:25.72] And I haven't got time for the waiting game
[00:34.51] For the days dwindle down to a precious few
[00:42.65] September, November
[00:51.44] And these few precious days I'd spend with you
[00:59.78] These golden days I'd spend with you
[01:09.15] When you meet with the young men early in spring
[01:13.79] They court you in song and rhyme
[01:18.03] They woo you with words and a clover ring
[01:21.58] But if you examine the goods they bring
[01:25.63] They have little to offer but the songs they sing
[01:31.08] And a plentiful waste of time of day, a plentiful waste of time
[01:41.45] But it's a long, long while from May to December
[01:51.03] And the days grow short when you reach September
[01:59.47] And the autumn weather turns the leaves to flame
[02:07.97] And I haven't got time for the waiting game
[02:17.35] For the days dwindle down to a precious few
[02:28.76] September, November
[02:34.96] And these few precious days I'd spend with you
[02:43.15] These golden days I'd spend with you
[02:53.46]
[00:08.87] And the days grow short when you reach September
[00:17.86] When the autumn weather turns the leaves to flame
[00:25.72] And I haven't got time for the waiting game
[00:34.51] For the days dwindle down to a precious few
[00:42.65] September, November
[00:51.44] And these few precious days I'd spend with you
[00:59.78] These golden days I'd spend with you
[01:09.15] When you meet with the young men early in spring
[01:13.79] They court you in song and rhyme
[01:18.03] They woo you with words and a clover ring
[01:21.58] But if you examine the goods they bring
[01:25.63] They have little to offer but the songs they sing
[01:31.08] And a plentiful waste of time of day, a plentiful waste of time
[01:41.45] But it's a long, long while from May to December
[01:51.03] And the days grow short when you reach September
[01:59.47] And the autumn weather turns the leaves to flame
[02:07.97] And I haven't got time for the waiting game
[02:17.35] For the days dwindle down to a precious few
[02:28.76] September, November
[02:34.96] And these few precious days I'd spend with you
[02:43.15] These golden days I'd spend with you
[02:53.46]