Ab          C#                C#m7              Ab   Fm
But it's a long long while, from    May to December. 
 
                   Bb7    Bbm7     Eb7      Ab
And the days grow short, when you reach September. 
 
                 C#       C#m7                Ab    Fm
When the Autumn weather, turns the leaves to flame. 
 
                 Bb  Bbm7     Eb7      Ab
And I haven't got time for the waiting game. 
 
 
        C#                   C#m7
Oh the days dwindle down, to precious few. 
 
   Bbm7     C#dim    Ab
September, November. 
 
              C#             C#m7                     Ab
And these few precious days, I'd         spend with you. 
 
              Bb       C#         Ab
These golden days I'd spend with you.