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.