September Song
Dean Martin · Very Best of Dean Martin [Mastersong] [2006]
(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...
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...