Pat Boone - September song

Oh, it's a ^Bbm6long long while from M^Gb7ay to De^Bbmajcember.^Bb6 C7 Cm7-5 F7b9 Bbmaj7 Bb6 But the days grow short when you reach September. When the autumn ^Bbm6weather turns the ^Gb7leaves to ^Bbmaj7flame, ^Bb6 C7 Cm7-5 F7b9 Bbmaj7 Bb6 one hasn't got time for the waiting game.

Oh, the ^Ebm6days dwindle down to a ^Edimprecious few, Sep^Ebm6tember, No-^Edimvem-ber.^Bb6 And these few ^Bbm6precious days I'll ^Gb7spend with ^Bbmaj7you. Bb6 C7 Cm7-5 Bmaj7 Bb6 These precious days I'll spend with you.

Oh, the ^Ebm6days dwindle down to a ^Edimprecious few, Sep^Ebm6tember, No-^Edimvem-ber.^Bb6 And these few ^Bbm6precious days I'll ^Gb7spend with ^Bbmaj7you. Bb6 C7 Cm7-5 Bmaj7 Bb6 These precious days I'll spend with you.