September Song by Bryan Ferry
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
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