Текст песни Lindsey Buckingham - September Song

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