September Song (feat. Robert Wyatt)

As the autumn weather turns leaves to flame

I haven't got time for the waiting game

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

And the days grow short when you reach September

But the days dwindle down to a precious few

And these few precious days I would spend with you

These golden days I'd spend with you

And I have lost one too, and I walk a little late

And I haven't got time for the waiting game

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

And the days grow short when you reach September

And the days tend to go

As they grow few

September, November

And these few golden days I'd spend with you

These golden days I'd spend with you

And the days turn to gold

As they grow few

September, November

And these few golden days I'd spend with you

These golden days I'd like to spend with you

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