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.