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.