"September Song" lyrics - THE IMPRESSIONS

"September Song"
(Maxwell Anderson, Kurt Weill)

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,

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