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