September Song Lyrics - Bryan Ferry

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