(Kurt Weill/Maxwell Anderson)
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For it's a long, long time
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From May to December
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And the days grow short
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When you reach September
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And the Autumn weather
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Turns the leaves to flame
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And I haven't got time
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For the waiting game
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And the days dwindle down
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To a precious few
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September November
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And these few precious days
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I'd spend with you
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These golden days
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I'd spend with you
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When you meet with the young man early in Spring
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They court you in song and rhyme
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They woo you with words and a clover ring
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But if you examine the goods they bring
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They have little to offer but the songs they sing
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And a plentiful waste of time of day
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A plentiful waste of time
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September Song
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| Bryan Ferry |
