A matter of growing old when we're young it's May
  Wonderful, beautiful, glorious May
  Then middle age is like the turning of the year
  It's September and finally December comes
  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
  Oh the days dwindle down to a precious few
  September
  November
  And these few precious days
  I'll spend with you
  These precious days I'll spend
  September
  November
  With you