Arnett Cobb

September Song
Oh, it's a long, long while from May to DecemberBut the days grow short when you reach SeptemberWhen the autumn weather turns the leaves to flameOne hasn't got time for the waiting gameOh, the days dwindle down to a precious fewSeptember, NovemberAnd these few precious days I'll spend with youThese precious days I'll spend with you
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"September Song" as written by Maxwell Anderson, Kurt Weill
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