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.
