Ab Eb But it's a long, long time from May to December. Fm F Abm Eb But the days grow short when you reach September. Ab Eb And when the autumn weather turns the leaves to F Ab Abm Eb flame and one hasn't got time for the waiting game. (Chorus) Ab Ebm Oh, the days dwindle down to a precious few, Ab Ebm September and November. Bb Ab Eb But these few precious days I'll spend with you, F Abm Eb these precious days I'll spend with you. (Chorus) Ab Ebm Oh, the days dwindle down to a precious few, Ab Ebm September and November. Bb Ab Eb But these few precious days I'll spend with you, F Abm Eb these precious days I'll spend with you.