Lindsey Buckingham - September Song lyrics

rate me

Well, it's a long, long time

From May to December

But 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.

And the days dwindle down

To a precious few . . .

September, November . . .

And these few precious days

I spend with you.

These precious days

I spend with you.