Oh, it's a long long time from May to December
But the days grow short when you reach September
When the autumn weather turns the leaves to flame
One hasn't got time for the waiting game.
Oh the days dwindle down to a precious few
And these precious days I'll spend with you.
These precious days I'll spend with you.
As I was walking the dogs yesterday morning, I swear I could hear Lotte Lenya singing the above inside my head; I believe it was written for her, and she definitely produced the best rendition of it.
N.B. If you don't know Lotte Lenya's 1957 version of 'September Song', it's on YouTube.