(my heart, my heart). . Years ago a future was laid before me. And I took the task and ran with it as far as I could go. I always wanted to be a part of something like this.
Oh, it's a long, long while. From May to December. But the days grow short. When you reach September. When the autumn weather. Turns the leaves to flame.
(spoken). 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.
Oh, it's a long, long while from May to December. But the days grow short when you reach September. When the autumn weather turns the leaves to flame.
Oh, it's a long, long while from May to December. But the days grow short when you reach September. When the autumn weather turns the leaves to flame.
Oh, it's a long, long while from May to December. But the days grow short when you reach September. When the autumn weather turns the leaves to flame.
Oh, it's a long, long while from May to December. But the days grow short when you reach September. When the autumn weather turns the leaves to flame.
Oh, it's a long, long while from May to December. But the days grow short when you reach September. When the autumn weather turns the leaves to flame.
When I was a young man, caught in the girls. I played me a waiting game. If a maid refused me with tossin curls. I let the old earth take a couple of whirls.
Oh, it's a long, long while from May to December. But the days grow short when you reach September. When the autumn weather turns the leaves to flame.
Oh, it's a long, long while from May to December. But the days grow short when you reach September. When the autumn weather turns the leaves to flame.