September Song

For — it’s — a long long while, from May to December
But the days grow short when we reach September
When we reach September
And the au-tumn weather
Turns the leaves to flame
One hasn’t got time for the waiting game
But the days dwindle down
To a precious few
September
November
And these few precious days
I’ll spend with you
And these few precious days
I’ll spend, with (higher) ith (higher) ith (higher) ith (higher)
(hiya hiya doin')
With, with. you, you, you