"September Song" as written by Maxwell Anderson and Kurt Weill....
For it's a long, long time
From May to December
And 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'd spend with you
These golden days
I'd spend with you
When you meet with the young man early in Spring

They court you in song and rhyme
They woo you with words and a clover ring
But if you examine the goods they bring
They have little to offer but the songs they sing

And a plentiful waste of time of day
A plentiful waste of time


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"September Song" as written by Maxwell Anderson Kurt Weill

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