Dean Martin September Song

(spoken)
A matter of growing old when we're young it's May


Wonderful, beautiful, glorious May

It's September and finally December comes
Then middle age is like the turning of the year



It's a long long while ....


From May to December


For the days grow short when you reach September

When autumn weather
Turns the leaves to flame
One hasn't got the time for the waiting game



September
Oh the days dwindle down to a precious few

November

And these few precious days
I'll spend with you


September
These precious days I'll spend



November
With you