Words by Maxwell Anderson
Music by Kurt Weill(1938)
Oh it`s a long, long while
from May `till December
And the days grow short
When you reach September.
When the Autumn weather
turns the leaves to flame
One hasn`t got time
For the waiting game.
For 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 with you.
When you meet with the young men
Early in Spring,
They court you in song and rhyme.
They woo you with songs 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...
And a plentiful waste of time...
But it`s a long, long while
from May `till December
When the Autumn weather
Turns the leaves to flame
For 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 with you!
